Marked

17|Love|17

"Sebastian?" I asked, feeling a sudden wetness on my lower abdomen. Tears. "Sebastian, please!"

"Ciel, I can't. I can't do this to you."

"Yes you can! I trust you Sebastian, I do! I may not always be sure of myself, but I do trust you. I believe that you can love me."

"Loving you isn't the problem, Ciel. I can't love myself."

"Sebastian..."

"For so long, I've only had one goal in life. Get as many people to fall for me as possible." He looked up at me with a suddenly hopeful expression. "Have you ever read Diary of an Oxygen Thief?" I shook my head. "It's about a man. He wants to emotionally abuse women. Craves it. Then he meets a woman who basically gives him a taste of his own medicine. Fascinating book, really. It's always made me think that would happen to me someday, but I never minded it. Not until now."

"What changed?" I asked hesitantly.

"I realized something that I had never noticed before," he paused and smiled. "I had never known the definition of beauty until I met you. I had never known what it was like to want someone with the purest, yet dirtiest intentions. I had never wanted to have a picnic with someone, then bed them. I had never wanted to take someone to a romantic dinner, then hear them scream my name." He trailed his slender fingers down my torso and to my hips. "I had never wanted so bad to mark someone with my mark, yet have no one see it but me. I want to make you mine Ciel, but not in the same way that I'd wanted to make others mine. I want you mentally, physically, but most of all... emotionally. I crave you're happiness over my own. If you wanted to reserve touching to holding hands, I'd be okay with that. And if you'd want me to make you scream my name, I'd be okay with that, too."

The corners of my lips turn upward. His follow.

"You're foul," I said. "But that's why I adore you."

"You're disgusting," He replied with a smile. "But that's why I want you."

"Absolutely appalling."

"Positively repulsive."

"I couldn't stand to be alone in the same room with you." I just notice how close we are. Mere centimeters apart. On the rare occasion that I would read a romantic novel, I would always wonder why they used the unit inches to describe the distance between two people before they kissed. Centimeters seemed more accurate.

"I could claw your eyes out right now," he said. "But that's why I'm in love with you."

Centimeters. Millimeters. Nanometers.

His lips were on mine again and I had a feeling that tonight would be the night that we both learned the definition of making love.