Waking up in Baz’s bed is too soft to describe. Technically, I’m sure his bed is no softer
than my own, but now there’s another level of soft, one that goes beyond a
physical body-soft. Soft like my entire
soul is encased in cotton fluff.
He doesn’t open
his eyes, just smiles a little, and his sleepy smile has my heart
hearing him say my name, and in a
voice still heavy with sleep, is enough to have me swooning a little.
you still love me?”
pulls me closer and when he speaks his lips brush my forehead. “Today, tomorrow, every day after that.”
shirt is my new favourite smell and I bury my nose in it. “It’s funny, if you think about it?”
both told the truth yesterday,” I muse. “We
pranked each other every day except April Fool’s Day.”
chuckles deep within his throat. “We
really are pathetic.”
that makes us both April Fools, huh?”
for yourself, love,” he laughs, and I’m so gone.
“So,” Simon murmurs after a few more moments of silent
heaven, “is the game over?”
shrug with one shoulder. “Who won?”
I raise an eyebrow. “How?”
got you wrapped in my wings, Baz, it doesn’t get much better than this.”
dunno,” I grin, “I think I definitely won.”
scoffs. “As if.”
wrapped in your wings.”
I finally get to touch your hair.”
can make you blush without even trying.”
can shut you up by kissing you.”
yeah?” I pull back far enough to meet his eye.
“Care to demonstrate?”
laughing as he obliges me, kissing me gently like his lips are still sore from
the seemingly endless kissing last night.
I don’t remember having the strength to pull away long enough to climb
back inside the room, or to change into our nightclothes, but at some point it
must have happened. Between toothpaste
kisses and disbelieving grins. I’d been
a little afraid to suggest sharing a bed (I thought it might scare him away),
but he’d climbed in beside me like he fit there, like the spot had been meant
for him all along. I don’t think we ever
stopped kissing, just fell into place
and stayed there until the dizziness turned into dreams.
I mumble against his lips, soft like rose petals.
giggles. “What, Baz?”
“Do you still love me?”
eyes are a different blue every time I look at them, like the sky. Right now they’re the horizon just after the
orange leaks out of the sunrise.
kisses my forehead. “Today…”
my nose. “Tomorrow…”
my mouth, deep and long. “Every day
DaddyOFive claiming that the videos are fake is almost laughable. Having worked in many theatrical productions in the past, I can say that no child that I have ever come across is THAT good at crying on demand. There is 0% chance that these children are such acting prodigies. Those are real tears, real screams, real face reddening, real phrases that a kid would say. For once there is a prank video that I can confidently say is not staged.