Nothing’s changed, even after all these years. It still sends shivers up my spine when I catch him looking at me.
There’s that moment when he realizes he’s been caught and his head tilts, a soft blush colours his cheeks and he draws his lip between his teeth. He never looks away. He holds my gaze and right there, in that one moment, everything he’s feeling is written all over his face.
Everything.
I don’t know what it is, this thing between us. I don’t even think he does. All I know is that the longing deep inside of me is for him, always has been, and I hate myself for it.
Hate myself.
Every cell in my body wants to reach for him, to deepen the blush on his cheeks, to tug his lip between my teeth, but in my head I can still see the little boy in Spiderman PJ’s standing at the side of my bed, tugging on my arm ‘cause the wind is rattling his window, so I don’t.
I just smile back and hope that my face is a mirror of his, hope that he can see in me as much as I can in him and hope that for both of us, that can be enough.
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Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, the way he looks at him sends shivers up his spine
Date: 2010-01-09 08:08 pm (UTC)There’s that moment when he realizes he’s been caught and his head tilts, a soft blush colours his cheeks and he draws his lip between his teeth. He never looks away. He holds my gaze and right there, in that one moment, everything he’s feeling is written all over his face.
Everything.
I don’t know what it is, this thing between us. I don’t even think he does. All I know is that the longing deep inside of me is for him, always has been, and I hate myself for it.
Hate myself.
Every cell in my body wants to reach for him, to deepen the blush on his cheeks, to tug his lip between my teeth, but in my head I can still see the little boy in Spiderman PJ’s standing at the side of my bed, tugging on my arm ‘cause the wind is rattling his window, so I don’t.
I just smile back and hope that my face is a mirror of his, hope that he can see in me as much as I can in him and hope that for both of us, that can be enough.
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