Him.

He’s lying there, against her cotton sheets in her blue room with her stacked books and piled up clothes, and he’s sleeping. He looks young and serious all at the same time, the curve of his smooth cheeks looking more pronounced as he dozes with scrunched eyebrows. She wishes to kiss the tips of his brown eyebrows, to press away any tension, to see his bright blue eyes staring right back into her own.

His blue eyes remind of her swimming pools in July, when the water is cool and so intoxicating you adore the way it wrinkles your skin and leaves you smelling like chlorine – and all you can feel is the warmth on your back and the way your hair feels against the stillness of the neighborhood pool. The enigma is hidden away today, shadowed by the inlets of his eyelids, and his black eyelashes flutter against the smooth skin of his slightly purple under-eyes.

His arms are almost uncomfortable to look at, one splayed palm-side up against his belly, and the other sticking out straight onto the other side. His palms are white and creamy against the light gold of her sheets. His chest rises and falls with every breath, and the soft material of his t-shirt rises every time, and each inhales has a little snore to it.

His head lies to the side, cushioned yet bare, and the curve of his neck and jaw is tantalizing. She wants to place kisses against the thick tendons across his neck, to hide her face in a place that is seemingly made for her bones, and to inhale the scent she calls his own. She knows how her cheek will feel against the bare expanse, how it will make her feel like she has found the home she never had.

Her body fits perfectly into hers as if the two were made from one stone. Carved out with a singular knife, they complete each other. She can crawl into the sweet escapade of his arms, and find a warmth the sun could never even compare to.

And he would let her. If she knew where she was, gazing down at him at the entrance of her bedroom, he would smile his impish grin, maybe clear his throat, and open his arms wide. She would smile, and crawl right up next to him, and collapse into the body made for her own. He would smooth down the top of her hair, and press soft kisses along the curve of her head until their legs and arms were tangled, and their breathing would eventually be one.

It was simply unbelievable.