Light of Things

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, with me still in his arms, he adjusted himself to hold me securely and stood up;

“hey! Let me down!” I yelled jokingly as he made his way out of the room;

“nope,”

“let me down or I’ll bite you,” I threatened, he stopped dead on his tracks and stared at me;

“really?” he pushed me against the wall of the hall “I dare you,” he said, I chuckled and dropped my hands by my side.

I inched closer to his neck and moved my hands up to his toned biceps, I brushed my lips against his skin and instantly felt the goose-bumps rise, my lips parted and my teeth grazed his smooth skin. A low groan left his full lips and he pushed me harder against the wall;

“fuck,” he sighed “f-fine, stop!” he said and let me get down “I’ll let you go cuz if I don’t you won’t eat,” he said as I turned on my heel to walk to the kitchen;

“what’s gonna stop me?” I asked with a smile, not that he could see it, but I already had in mind what could stop me. He grabbed my hand and placed it right over his hard rock self, “oh my God! What the fuck is that?” I screamed turning around and pulling on the waistband of his basketball shorts and peeking in;

“stop!” he laughed trying to push me away, but with each push I just pulled his pants more laughing;

“fine, but I want to see that after I’m done,” I pointed at it, which was creating a beautiful tent in his pants, he blushed and shook his head with a smile;

“you won’t only get a look of it, but you have to eat,” he said pushing me back to the kitchen;

“deal,” I said and reached up to kiss his lips;

We finally got to the kitchen, I sat at the island as he served my food. Mashed potatoes and fried chicken was on the menu;

“Matt, that’s too much,” I said as he placed it in front of me;

“just eat as much as you can,” he said going to the fridge, I nodded and started eating, slowly very slowly, I wasn’t hungry I couldn’t help it… and then again, this man had to be a god, not only in bed, but in the kitchen as well, so I was fucked, I ate it all by the time he sat next to me, apparently he had already eaten and was just waiting on me;

“I thought it was too much,” he said amused;

“it was, it was also really good,” I said and he chuckled “don’t laugh, I have a really healthy appetite, is just when I’m close to depression it crumbles down to nothing,”

“close to depression, why? I haven’t been so bad, have I?”

“no, actually under normal circumstances, you’d be the perfect man, but this is not very normal, is it?” I said and he nodded;

“true, I do hope that when this gets to be normal, I won’t totally lose you,” he said grabbing my hands from the counter and holding them in his’;

“I don’t want to lose you,” I admitted closing in on him;

“could we really make something out of this?” he said letting go of my hands to place them gently on each sides of my face;

“to know that I need to know you better,” I said and he nodded before pressing his lips against mine;

When he pulled back, he turned around to start on the dishes, I stood behind him and moved him away;

“I’ll do them,” I said sweetly, since when am I fucking sweet?

“no, it’s fine, I’ll…”

“no! You cooked, I’ll do the dishes, please, get the fuck out,” I said and he smiled;

“fine, I’ll be waiting for you,” he said as I closed in on the sink, he stood behind me and pressed his body to mine “we had a deal,” he whispered to my ear, my eyes fluttered for a second until I caught myself;

“get out!” he laughed as he disappeared.

I started washing the dished until I got to sharp knife, anyone who’s ever been addicted to anything knows it is a hard thing to let go of, especially when tempted…