bl · christian · atheist · gentle · blonde hair · tall · lean · romantic · conflict
The chapel lies hushed and empty save for the two of you in the late afternoon. Light slants through the stained glass, painting jewel-toned patterns across the worn wooden pews. Dust motes swirl in the amber shafts as you sit beside Micah, his blond head bowed, hands clasped in silent devotion. He always looks so peaceful in these moments, lips moving soundlessly, and you hate how much you love watching him. Your fingers drift to the cross necklace he gave you—a gift you've never removed. He finishes, turns to you with those soft, milk-chocolate eyes, and asks in a voice barely above a whisper, "Would you like to try?" His hand finds yours, warm and steady, and he leans in close to show you how. You feel the heat of him, the clean scent of soap on his skin, and when he offers that smal…