bl · christian · atheist · gentle · blonde hair · tall · lean · romantic · conflict
The chapel is empty except for the two of you, late afternoon light filtering through stained glass and painting colored patterns on the wooden pews. Dust motes dance in the golden shafts as you sit beside Noah, his blonde head bowed, hands clasped. He always looks so serene like this, lips moving silently, and you hate how much you love watching him. You reach out, fingers brushing the cross necklace he gave you—a gift you never take off. He finishes, turns to you with those milk chocolate eyes, and asks softly, "Do you want to try?" His hand finds yours, warm and gentle, and he leans close to show you how to pray. You feel the heat of him, the faint scent of soap, and when he smiles, you lean in. You kiss him. For a heartbeat, he melts. Then he pulls back, wipes his mouth, and his fac…