You and I

A collection of short stories based on romantic encounters in a second person POV.


2. Starry Starry Night

“I feel bad for the stars. They’re up there somewhere in the universe, burning and, well, dead while we look at them and say, ‘Oh, how beautiful the stars are tonight.’ Don’t we realise that they’re dead dying up there and we’re here admiring their demise?”


You chuckle at my little rant and I turn my eyes from the night sky to look at you. My head is on your lap, your legs outstretched as you lean back on your hands. You look down at me with a smile as I pout. Wiggling around, you move so that you can lay beside me, my head is now on your chest and your arms are wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I like being here, in your arms I mean. I feel safe, secure…like nothing can ever hurt me. I can hear your heartbeat and it calms me. Turning my head, I rest my chin on your chest and look up at you. You slide one of your hands around my body to hold onto one of mine. Your hand is much bigger than mine and as your fingers close themselves around my hand, it disappears.


“You think too much, little one.” You patronise me. I pout once again as you chuckle. You tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear and place your hand on my cheek. I lean into your touch and breathe you in. You smell so good, like pine and rain, a perfect combination. Blood rushes into my cheeks as I look at you and find you staring intently at me. I lean up slightly, testing the waters and when you crush your lips onto my own, I smile.


You slide your hand into my hair and tighten your arm around my waist as you move us so that you are on top of me. Your legs are on either side of me and your arm holds me close. I cand taste the honey on your lips from our little picnic and smile as I feel your lips curl into that delicious smile that has me head over heels in love with you.


You pull away slowly, as if it is difficult for you to let my lips leave yours. Leaning your  forehead against mine, your eyes slowly flutter open, as do my own. I smile as I stare into your eyes. I can see the love in them, the love you rarely ever express. You rarely, if ever, say the words out loud, but I’d always know. I can see it in your eyes. You never have to say the words as long as I see it in your eyes. I caress your cheek gently with the back of my hand and press my lips to yours once again, pulling away quickly so as to not get carried away. It was a soft peck, light and simple as compared to the hot and heavy kiss we shared just moments before.


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