Moon Dance

Damn this girl was good since she knew my weakness was cake pops. When we arrived at the venue I told her I’d be back and I went to look for the rest of the guys. It’s going to be really interesting having her with us and I am a bit excited about it. After I distributed the cake pops among the guys I headed back to the bus and saw Aurora sitting there drawing. I sat down next to her and glanced over her shoulder.

“Whatcha working on?” I asked.

She looked up at me, “Nothing in particular. Just something that popped into my head.

I looked down to see a figure forming on the page. A tall figure with bright blue eyes and long black hair filled the upper half of the page. She was drawing Angelo. I felt a small bubble of jealousy rise up inside of me and realized it was stupid to feel that way. She wasn’t my girl, she was just my friend and I had no claim over her. Yet, the more I thought about it the more I realized I didn’t want her with anyone else but me. This is bad, here I am laying claim to a girl that I know is bad for me since all she is going to do is hurt me. I pulled her closer to me and looked down at her as she leaned up and connected her lips with mine. She’s tasted like pumpkin spice and cake pops, it was the most amazing thing to taste and I moaned into her lips softly.

“Chris, what does this all mean?” she whispered softly.

I looked into those green eyes filled with worry, “Be mine.”

She looked into my eyes then and must of saw what she was searching for because she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. The kiss filled me with a fire that started in my stomach and rose up into my chest until our kiss was deepened with desire and lust. I could have gone on forever with us like that, completely wrapped up in one another but we had rehearsal for tomorrow so I had to leave her. With one final kiss I headed to rehearsal with actual happy thoughts in my mind, this could be bad for my onstage image.

When I came back in I expected to see Aurora on the couch but, she wasn’t there. I headed to my bunk and there she was, fast asleep with her sketchbook on her chest. I slowly removed her sketchbook and looked down at it. This page was wrinkled with eraser marks and smudges from redrawing and erasing the lines so many times. I noticed it was a drawing of me, well mostly my face so far, and the lines were smooth and perfectly placed. I sat the sketchbook on the table in the front and crawled into my bunk next to here, trying not to disturb her. I took off my shirt and pulled the covers up over us both as she angled herself so her head was resting against my chest. I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arms around her. I closed the curtain to my bunk and closed my eyes and began to doze off.

Notes

awh! All cuddled together in a bunk! :)
-Kia