Close your eyes

Finally, we were alone.
Everyone had left the party, and after cleaning up a little, I decided to feel my way to the couch and sit in my favorite corner spot. From there, I could map out the entire apartment in my head. I heard each step his bare feet took on the hardwood floor and each step made me nervous. He was coming closer, and soon he would be next to me. He was already intoxicating me with his scent and I was anxious for what the night would bring. When he finally reached the couch, he sat down next to me, taking my hand in his.
His hands were so rough. As he moved his hand from my hand to around my waste, I wondered what he actually looked like. I often imagined him to look like the last man I saw, which was my older brothers best friend, Mike. Broad shoulders, big eyes, crooked smile. But, I knew that Gabe couldn't possibly look just like him. My curiosity was driving me mad, so I finally just asked him the question I had been dying to ask the moment he first spoke to me with his rich, deep voice.
"Gabe, may I discover what you look like?" I was shaking, fearing his answer. Would he make fun of me? Or would he understand that living in a world of darkness is a lot more difficult than everyone assumes?
"I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me." I could tell he was smiling, but I could also sense question in his voice. Was he afraid of me finding something?
He let go of me and we positioned ourselves cross-legged straight across from each other. I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. I listened to him slowly remove his thick framed glasses and fold them into a perfect triangle and set them on the coffee table. He then took my hands in his to let me know he was ready because he just couldn't find the words.
I moved my hands slowly up his arms, feeling his skin bulge out from his muscles and then up to his shoulders. They were broad. I then moved my fingers along his collar bone and up his neck. All of a sudden, my left hand felt his skin change from something soft to an interesting texture. The damaged skin ran from right from the middle of his neck all the way up his head. A lot of the right side of his face felt flawed, but so lovely. It brought comfort to my soul knowing that we could both share the agony that the outside world gave to us. From the damaged skin, I made my way back down his forehead to his eyes. They were very big and his eyelashes were wonderful. His nose was very strong but not over baring. Then came his lips. They were so soft and full, but not girly. I could feel his breath upon my fingers and I decided that I had done enough.
As I pulled away, he let out a heavy sigh.
"Are you disappointed?"
"No."
"You don't have to lie to me. I'm sorry I never told you about my scar, I just thought you might turn me away or feel sorry for me."
"Gabe, I'm not angry with you and I'm not lying. I know how it feels to have people treat you differently because of the way you look or because you're flawed. You finally were able to hide it from someone and actually receive attention that you deserve. & I'm not lying. You're breath taking."
I imagined his perfect lips giving me a crooked smile.
"You're not flawed. You're beautiful the way you are."
"As are you." I couldn't help the enormous smile that was taking over my face.
"Alright then love, it's your turn." His voice was full of curiosity.
"What do you mean?" I laughed. "You can already see me."
"Well, I would like to have a taste of how you see things. May I?" He asked as he took my hands.
"Alright," I gave in "but close your eyes." I couldn't help but smile.
He slowly ran his hands up my arms and then to my neck. He ran his fingers over my jaw line and behind my ears. His fingers went through my hair and then over my forehead and eyebrows and then found their way to my eyes and cheeks. He pinched them and then ran his finger down from the top of my nose to my lips. His rough right hand held my face while his left fingers ran along my lips. I then felt him shift his body and all of a sudden his soft lips were to my ear.
My head was spinning,
"May I kiss you, beautiful?"
"Yes, you may."