Where We Belong
His golden eyes caught the light and refused to let it go. In their glow, she saw her own reflection — the swell of feeling rising in her chest, the storm she'd tried so long to quiet. Slowly, without realizing, she leaned into him, inch by inch, like gravity had made its choice.
Her worries were stuck to her like doubts and fears and those little voices that said she was not sure about things.. When he was near all of those things started to let go and fade away. What stayed with her was the warmth the feeling of being close, to him and the scary nice feeling of being his. The sweetness of belonging to someone was still there. It felt very dangerous.
Her breath caught when his fingers touched her arm. It was not like he was trying to own her or tell her what to do. He was just being steady. It felt like he was keeping her grounded. It was like he was making a promise to her without saying anything. His fingers, on her arm was a promise.
