Just Like This

Hendery is there again in his favorite couch inside the humid condominium, his sweat dripping on the scarlet cushion as he sat still just doing his favorite past time – watching you. Now, don’t get me started with how much this guy adores being able to catch glimpses of you just enjoying life or even fighting it. He is obsessed with admiring your everything from the way your eyebrows furrow every time you get frustrated on a problem or the twinkle in your eyes whenever you got the correct answer or even in the way your lips start to curl up in mischief as you playfully annoy him (spoiler: he just pretends for you). Truthfully speaking, he isn’t aware of this little hobby of his because for him it’s natural like the way his hands would find yours as soon as you step outside or how his lips intertwine with yours in every goodbye you both couldn’t wait for the next hello’s. You might wonder, what does he do if he gets caught? The answer is shamelessly continue raking his gaze down your body and back to your eyes with a cheeky wink and a smirk on his face as he watches your face turn that into that beautifully flushed angry expression as you swat him away or flip him off. He loves it so much he sometimes deliberately gets caught just to witness it again.

There are times where he does the admiring while you are in his arms, safe and warm in his embrace while he traces every feature and curve in your face as it basks under the warm nightlight he refuses to sleep without. 

“What are you doing?” you asked one night as his finger journeys from your forehead to the tip of your nose.

“Memorizing you.” he whispers, tapping your nose. He let out a laugh as you scrunch it in that adorable manner as he adjusts his position to continue his journey from your nose to the apple of your cheeks.

“I love these cheeks, so full of color whenever I’m here.” giving a soft kiss on each of them, he continued to worship you in a hushed tone whilst leaving traces of his loving pecks all over your face, reducing you in a puddle of love and love – just as he like.

Ardently, that’s how he adores you. In every flutter of your curly eyelashes, he succumbs to every whim without a second thought. That’s the reason why he is ready to do anything for you, be it making you supper or cutting loose ties he deems dangerous for the love you both share. Loose ties that would make your smile dim, your eyes bloodshot, lips tremble and your tears – God your tears will be the reason he will willingly sell his soul to the devil for them to never race down your face. It’s the reason why your father, in all his atrocious form, never showed a shadow of his to you ever again after Hendery saw him as something he needs to take care of. For you, only for you would he dirty his

hands like this so long as you wash the blood from his hands with your warmth.

Like a cat in an afternoon, he searches for you – his sunrise, his sunset, and his moonlight. It’s safe to say that anytime, anywhere he is your number one fan. Sometimes with or without your knowledge (although seldomly, he doesn’t want to seem like a creep or something) he takes in your every being and imperfection just to bask in the knowledge he is the only one with this privilege.

“Why do you always stare at me, you creep?” you joked one time trying to diffuse the tension he was creating while checking you out once again in a coffee shop downtown as you were both there to study.

“How can I not stare at someone so, so otherworldly enchanting?” he took your hand holding a highlighter, removing it as if it offended him and clasping your hand in his, eyes never straying from yours as he plants a kiss on it.

“You bewitch me, my love. How could I ever let you leave my sight?”