Layla Miller (
butterflyfactor) wrote2011-08-08 11:19 pm
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Layla woke up with her arms around Jamie's waist and her cheek pressed to his shoulder, but it didn't feel particularly sexy. She squinched up her face a little before she opened her eyes and looked at the boy in her arms. Definitely a boy. Definitely not a man by any definition. But she could also feel the way her weight was settled, against the bed and against him and to be fair, she wasn't exactly the womanliest she'd ever been.
Oh, boy. Island weekend fun times, I presume.
She sat up a little, looking around, then looked down at Jamie's sleeping face and felt a certain softening of her expression. She reached out to sift her fingers through his hair, then dropped to mattress again and scooted a hand under his arm so her own was looped over his side. She tucked her face against the back of his neck and snuck closer.
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Layla hesitated a moment before offering Jamie a small smile- almost shy, or at least as shy a smile as she'd probably ever managed in her life- and reached out to smooth his hair a little.
"Because I love you," she told him honestly, even if it meant something different between the two of them as they were, now.
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"Are you scared or anything?"
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"No," Layla said, "not while I'm around. I promise. Sometimes people get scared of new things, though."
He was so little. That he had ever been this small was a little mind boggling. Compared to Jamie as an adult, the face in front of her was so innocent it was practically unsettling, but it wasn't exactly unburdened.
So in some ways, I'm not the only one who was never really a kid.