Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
He stood. Lightheaded, a shuddera stars behind bursting black. He wavered a lil bit, but steadied quick enough, planting his heels to catch himself. Sam paced, she went fast, and, at the enda all her words, a deluge drowned, Cris just reached out for her.
"C'mere.—" A hand out, reaching for her fist. "Ven." If she let him, he scooped her back up to him, to his chest. Her sob reverberated there, in the hollowa his ribcage, and he mashed himself up as close to her as he could. When the guy slanted his mouth over the gringa's, it was too hard, huh? It was a collision, and he hadn't intended to hurt her (intention, intention, the worda the day), he just wanted to kiss her, to still her tongue with his, tasting her tears. He cradled her face, stroked her cheeks with thumbs, and it was impossible to tell now, what colors had started where—another metaphor for somebody else. He parted his lips over hers, like he wanted to melt into her, and there was some giddiness to it, huh? Something stupid like that. That hummingbird beata his heart back, and it was only 'cause he'd seen stars seconds before, that he didn't pick her up.
At the end, when he finally pulled back, sucking her spit from his lips, Cris stared at Sam, close as they were, like he was split open.
"Stay with me." His thumbs dragged to her lips, to the cornersa her mouth. There was nervousness in the movement, but the guy didn't let it stop him. "For good, huh?" He smiled watery and slight, and the day had been long. "Our place, yeah?"