gray - m. gubler

gray ➳ xi.

when your lips reach in for matthew's

You slowly dip your feet in the cold water, chills running through your body. Matthew waves his hand at you, motioning for you to come join him on the other end.

You swim towards the man as he waits for you. His back is against the side of the pool, with his wet hair slicked back and his chest glowing from the moonlight.

As soon as you reach him, he pulls you in by the waist, until your bodies are only an inch apart. He stares at your eyes and then your wet lips, his mouth parting.

Wasting no time, you lean in and press your lips against his, and immediately your lips begin to mold together.

His fingers dig into your skin as he deepens the kiss, making your body feel as thought they're in flames, despite being in a pool filled with cold water.