Valen

He swallowed, pushing the unlit cigarette between his lips, his eyes closing as he settled back on the floor.

"You don't even smoke," I said, my heart beating wildly.

He turned to me, his eyes, a swirling dark grey. With a pointed look, he pulled a lighter and lit the cigarette up. I did notice how he removed it from his lips immediately it went on, then rested his hand on his knee, his eyes now fixed on the rising smoke from the mall tube.

"Valen."

"Did it feel good?" He asked, bringing the cigarette to the base of his eyes, then gave a small, dark smirk.

"What do you mean?"

"Did it feel good? To never come visit me?" He slowly stood up, his eyes thin and he flipped the cigarette away through the window. It would cause a problen tomorow, but right now, Valen didn't care for much.

He dusted his hands and started to walk to the door, passing by me.

I unconsciously jerked backward, more for the fact that I had been so lost in thinking of an amswer for him that I didn't see him comimg, than anything else.

He stopped, his eyes tunring to me. "Is it that scary?"

"Valen..."

He leaned on the table, his face inching closer to me, his hands pressed down on my table. "Is it that scary?"

His voice was low, his eyes thin and I met his eyes. I didn't want to tell him just how sorry I was, for those six months. I had let my uncertainty drag on, and it had been the worst thing.

I shook my head slowly, but his expression didn't change. He didn't look like he believed me. I swallowed, bringing my hand slowly up to his face.

My fingers traced the scar, running down to his lips. He watched me, his eyes fluttering to a close as I reached them.

"You are still just as beautiful," I said, meaning every word like I had coined them with his image in my mind.

He watched me for a bit longer, and my hand, for some reason, stayed hooked on his neck, just barely touching him, but it was just enough.

He swallowed, and with one swift motion, his hand came up to the nape of my neck, pulling me to cover the conservative distance that squirming into my chair put between us.

His head tilted to the right and he claimed my lips, his hand moving against the skin of my neck.

Like I was his.

Like I belonged to Valen.