Exposure Pt. 2

He scoffed derisively but nodded, his eyes finally sliding open. His eyes were soft as they bore into mine, but within those honey-wheat eyes held more pain than I had seen in a long time. Fresh and refreshed, a memory and memories from years before, but felt as if it were all happening for the first time.

I linked our fingers together and gently pulled him up the stairs and into his room.

"Come on." I helped him get undressed, directing him in his movements. Movements that were of second nature at this point.

I crawled beside him and saw thanks in his eyes that I wasn't going to leave him.

"It's my fault," he whispered. We had been lying quietly so long, I had thought he had fallen asleep. His arm was wrapped around my midsection, his hand closed into a fist against my side, enclosing a handful of material from my shirt.