Matthew was cradling his coffee in his hands, close to his chest as if it was a wounded bird. He had swirled it around a few times like he never wanted it to be empty. Was he even drinking it?
His head was subtly tilted to the left and his lips parted just enough that a simple breeze could push a smile shoulders raised, eyes lightly squinted at my mouth, crouched over the table with intensity so gorgeous that it seemed as if his mind lingered on my every word and if I was to ever stop talking he would burst. The Undertones album in the background seemed to stop playing when I heard his gentle wispy breathes as he laughed behind his cup and glanced at the table, at his feet, up at me, and took a sip. His lips bending into a smirk that lit up like a thousand curtains being pulled on a morning in early July, his jaw tensed like a chiseled work of art, his deep-set, angled, smiling eyes like dark glass that reflected every glimmer of colour in the room. the mass of golden-brown twirly deliciousness that slumped perfectly over the slightly-less-than-ironed collar on his maroon paisley shirt.
His nose crinkled as he noticed me tracing his lips with my eyes. his cup was placed beside mine now. His warm hand was on my cheek, his right hand brushed my hair behind my ear and he smiled that smile. I could feel his eyes consuming my own. My face was tucked in his hands. He leant over to kiss me on the nose. I pressed close my eyes and smiled. I could feel his warm, milky breath on my face. Eyes still closed I could hear the smile in his voice,
“I love you” he breathed.
– Maz McN
Maz McN 