Wednesday, December 30, 2009

He Told Me He Loved Me

I snuggled against him on the couch, his eyes blood shot red, not from too much booze, but from the late night hours. I felt his hand as he ran it through my hair. Each auburn strand gently gliding through his fingers. He told me I smelled good, I smiled.

My fingers splayed out against his shirtless chest, my cheek resting in the crook of his arm. Silence lingered in the room, only the sound of the fire crackling. "Haley?" he whispered.

"yes" I answered.

"Something dawned on me last night" he whispered.

"Whats that" I asked.

I felt his hand tightening in my hair, as he gently tugged a little.

I looked up at him. His eyes half closed looking at me..

"I love you" he whispered


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