Bon Voyage

Stay

"Aren't you gonna say anything?"

You just squeeze him tighter.

"That's more than enough, then." he says.

He puts his hands on top of yours and starts making circles with his thumbs.
You just stay like that, in silence, enjoying the company of each other's arms.

* * *

He'd fallen asleep.

The exhaustion must have finally gotten to him, you think to yourself, as you feel his weight on your front body.
He hadn't removed your hands from his torso, hadn't even moved an inch, but just let himself relax till the tiredness had eventually knocked him out.

You scoot back and let his head drop onto your lap.

His longish hair falls into his eyes and you move them out of the way.
You trace his face with your fingers, lingering on every edge.

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

His eyes shoot open.

"Like what you see?" he says.

You huff a laugh and your shoulders shake with the action.

"I do, actually." you answer.

He grins immediately.

"What exactly do you like the most about me?"

You are about to give him a sassy comeback, but you give up halfway.

"Everything."

He looks a little taken aback, but continues nonetheless.

"What about physical features?"

"I like your scar." you say and your fingers immediately find the flaw on his left cheekbone.
That small imperfection was what made him perfect.

"Wait, you actually like that?"

You nod vigorously.

"What else do you like?"

He was really enjoying this.

"You have a nice... umm..physique."

His eyes narrow at your words.

"Be more specific."

"Oh for heaven's sake, you have nice thighs, god damn it! There, I said it!" You shout in a whisper.

His smile goes on full-bloom.

"No funny comments, no snarky comebacks... Wow, there really is something going on here."

"You look pleased as hell."

"I like to be appreciated."

"You literally have millions of fans doing that every single day."

"But I wanted to hear it from you, though."

You look at him pointedly for a while, then release a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll stop." he says quickly and lowers your hands to his lips to kiss them.

Oh goodness.

He was just making it worse.

Goosebumps flare all over your body and it's the best you can do not to shiver.

"I should check your wound." you say with a forced air of nonchalance.

"Jumping right into the good stuff, aren't we?"