maybe, someday

17 // strength

landon

"you're drunk," i mumbled standing in the

middle of the elevator, glancing down at

your frame in my arms.

"are not," you giggled and shook your head

while staring deep into my eyes.

your orbs shined brightly in awe as your

hand cupped my cheek, softly rubbing

up and down on its side against my

facial hair.

i inhaled a sharp breath while your

fingers grazed my skin, the tips of your

fingers cold as ice, melting the warmth

radiating through my flesh.

your gaze upon my face was sharp,

locking on the facial hair of my cheeks

while you studied every strand with every

touch.

desperately, i wanted to place my hand

over yours and intertwine our fingers while

pressing my lips upon yours; however,

i remembered three things.

one, you were drunk

two, you despised drunk you

and three, if i did so, there's a chance

i'd drop you since my hands were holding you.

the elevator buzzed on the fifth floor

and i softly groaned, thankful to have

more space between us rather than trapped

where the only sounds were our breathing

and heats beating.

"which door?"

your hand fell from my face and cupped your

chin. you furrowed your brows together

and tapped the bottom of your chin while

mumbling a , "hmmm".

you gasped and lifted your hand into the

air like you had a big light bulb moment,

"twenty six beeeeee" you chirped then giggled.

i swallowed a gulp and proceeded down

the left hallway glancing back and forth

between each door in search of yours.

from the corner of my eye

i could see your playful ones looking

up at me, watching in awe as

your fingers danced across my jawline.

"keys," i muttered, staring at the

numbered tiles nailed in a slight diagonal

on the door in front of me.

glancing down i took in your flushed face,

your lips frowning while your brows

knitted down together.

"hmmm?" you hummed looking up at me,

before gasping, your pink plump lips

forming a tiny 'o'. you erupted into

a fit of giggles, your body shaking in

my arms while you reached into your

back pocket and dangled a tiny set

of silver keys in front of my face.

i breathed out a laugh and unlocked

your door, strolling in as if it belonged

to us both; placing the keys on the side table.

the scent of you, vanilla and cake flooded

my nostrils once i closed the door,

trapping myself in your closed space.

"i have feets," you giggled squirming your

way out of my arms. once you stood and

adjusted your t-shirt, you slid of your shoes

tossing them to the side.

with your shoulders tall and head held high,

you began walking, swaying from side to side

and giggling as you used your hands to maneuver

your way down the hall.

"mmkay," you laughed spinning around

to face me, "m' no, i kid."

"what am i going to do with you?" i laughed

shaking my head, "carry meeee!" you swayed.

"that i can do."