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But he kissed me

He kissed my stretch marks, and my scars

He treatedto be worshipped and handled gently as precious glass

He kissed the htened part of me, and it isn’t so scared anymore

He’s here And I can hardly believe it

I can hardly believe a boy so handso wanted to – burned to – sleep withto want you

Jack wantshe stayed after, that he’s still here, that I wasn’t so horrible he didn’t change his ination He’s here and he’s real, and he smells the sa out every second of the luxurious golden haze that is this warm disheveled bed with this ware amount

Finally, Jack cracks one sleepy blue eye open, seesyou creepy, beautiful thing"

"I was plotting," I say "How best toa soft kiss on "

"Exactly why I’ it short and snappy Neck-snappy, to be precise"

He pokes at my forearm "You couldn’t snap my neck if you tried"

I scra to wrap hts

"You are vicious"

"I believe the term you used was ‘hellion’," I correct in his ear

He runs his hand lazily up and down ? Pain-wise?"

"I’ain," I deadpan

"Yes," he hisses, tightening his hug and pressing ainst him "Now you can never escape"

I roll o, creepster lorious and full of future disappoint roans, and shoves his face in the pillow

"I don’t want to go I hate it out there I want to stay here forever"

"I don’t have enough Doritos in this room for ‘forever’," I insist, and wince when an ache shoots throughis sore and I’"