Bully Me
His head is back against me, and his shampoo is filling my lungs in every breath.
Halfway through the movie, Oakley turns his head, looking up at me. My eyes flick down to his, and his are on my lips.
“Do you like the movies?” he asks, his eyes slowly flicking up to my eyes.
“They’re okay” I run my hand up his stomach, until I get to his head. Then I pushed some of his now dried hair off his forehead. “They’re not my favorite if im being honest”
“So why did you agree to a marathon?” His voice is soft, and warm. He’s so warm. His eyes drop to my lips again, and my stomach feels all fucking fluttery.