Louisiana Avenue

"But I do need it..." Is all I can think of to say, and I'm sure I sound pathetic. He changes in an instant, both of his hands are suddenly on my face, holding my cheeks as he looks down at me, his eyes wide and desperate. His lips are on my forehead, my cheekbones, and then finally mine and I let my hands slide from his shoulders and into his wavy hair. Have I ever told you that he's beautiful? He is. He's more fucking beautiful than anything I've ever seen.