Her Skin Was So Pale

Her Skin Was So Pale

[Bobby]

Her skin was so white and pale, well at least her natural color between the linings of her body art. I could tell she had a beautiful complexion. Kind of like pumpkin seeds almost toasted, or the meat of an almond. Point blank She was gorgeous.

The sky was blue and creeping beneath the blinds of the window. Fading from a dark black to a luscious faint blue, the sun was lining the horizon. I could have laid there for hours if I could. Walking my fingers up and down her skin like the legs of a spider, swift and delicate. A smile twitched at the corners of my lips. Turning up into a smile, spreading across my face like an infection. She had this way of making me feel weightless even if she was asleep besides me, whimpering in her sleep. Turning over onto my side, tilting my head and staring at the handsome face before me. Observing every scar, every indent on her face, every pore. Separating each different color within her eye lashes. I found myself grow hot after watching her quite some time. I couldn’t help it. Her eyes flickered open. I blinked repeatedly at her and swallowed hard, feeling as if an orange was catch in my throat. I tried speaking in a raspy, husk voice.

“Good morning.” I grinned at her, trying to pretend as if nothing peculiar was happening, keeping composure. She looked up at me with big innocent eyes.Moving the tip of her thumb to her lips, watching me carefully. “What were you doing?” I grew quiet. Looking back into those perfect brown irises. “Nothing, in particular.” I said, clearing my throat. Smiling and rubbing her shoulder affectionately trying to cover my pathetic excuse for watching her sleep.

“You were watching me sleep, why were you watching me sleep?” She asked immediately after my response. I raised my eyes a bit, chewing my lip as guilt spilled through my cheeks like blooming rose buds. “Just thought you're gorgeous when you sleep I guess, I just find you beautiful in every aspect of your life.” Silence rested between us and she finally spoke in the cute drawled out tone. “You’re weird Bobby.” I nodded in agreement with her, leaning in close hoping she’d forgive me for intruding on her rest. Of course, she lowered her eyes, long thick eye lashes hiding those doe eyes. Pecking me on the lips. “You’re weird, but I still think you’re cute.” A giggle gurgled from her throat and out her lips. My body shook with delight and excitement, becoming absent minded and sheepishly grins. “Can we stay like this forever?” I say without thought. She nods slowly. Her head moving upward and down gracefully, on her shoulders. A strand of hair fell down upon her face and I moved it quickly as my toes wiggled and touched hers through my socks.

Being there forever with her may have been a bad idea to some guys. But to me it was like being alive for eternity. I was obsessed with this girl in a way that made me insane. And if insanity brought me this much happiness I was okay with being wrapped up in her love, stuck in a room with her forever. She made my breathing pattern unsteady, my dreams feeling real. And my heart at constant speed. Each day I’m with her I spend it as if it were my last. We fight and we argue like small children over candy, but in the end of the day she’s always wrapped up in my arms with her head tucked under my chin. There’s never a moment when I’m not thinking about her or what she’s up to. So, if watching her sleep is weird, then what is normal?

I'm certain I'm a extremely different person after her; maybe better or maybe worse. All I know is, I'm not afraid to fall in love now.