Eight
All I can seem to focus on is holding his gentle gaze. I search for answers in the whites of his eyes. I attempt to communicate through mine,"I could lay here with you forever."
The world around us moves slowly through the thick silence of his bedroom. He rests his forehead against mine, arm draped over my back, legs intertwined. The goosebumps on my skin stand at attention with his every touch, yet the room remains still.
"What are you, one out of ten?" he asks.
I break the connection from pupil to pupil to glance at the ceiling,"Like right now, or in general?"
I don't look in time to catch his smile. I miss the thoughts that flash across his eyes. I'll spend time wondering whether it was joy or nostalgia in his voice when he described a moment as it was happening.
"Because I'm definitely at an eight."
The world around us moves slowly through the thick silence of his bedroom. He rests his forehead against mine, arm draped over my back, legs intertwined. The goosebumps on my skin stand at attention with his every touch, yet the room remains still.
"What are you, one out of ten?" he asks.
I break the connection from pupil to pupil to glance at the ceiling,"Like right now, or in general?"
I don't look in time to catch his smile. I miss the thoughts that flash across his eyes. I'll spend time wondering whether it was joy or nostalgia in his voice when he described a moment as it was happening.
"Because I'm definitely at an eight."