Angel

I wrote this piece of writing a while ago now, it was one of the first things I properly wrote.

He lies half beneath the crumpled bed sheets, with his hands behind his head simply studying her. Memorising this moment as she dresses, the morning sun shines behind her, giving her an angelic glow. He looks her up and down, her lightly curled bedhead looks even more golden in the light of the fresh sun. He slowly casts his eyes down to her perfectly rounded breasts, nipples hardened from the cold, he can still hear her soft moans when he ran his hands over them. Unwillingly, he tears his eyes from her breasts and settles them upon her flat stomach and tiny waist. He loved how his hands fit perfectly into her waist, it was like he was made for her. Following down he looked upon her perfect legs, so slender and tanned. He recalls how soft there were, like silk.
He looks back up to her face, pools of blue and rosy apples. His heart flutters as he remembers her sweet lips, she had a slight taste of honey. She had kissed him so delicately making him want more of her. He needed more of her. He likes to think of her as his own brand of heroin, he is addicted.
He smiled. She noticed.
"What?" she asks
"You" he replys lunging forward and pulling her down so she couldn't dress anymore.
She laughs. My god that laugh, if he could only ever hear one sound again, it would be that laugh.
She bites her lip, probably trying to be sexy and cute. It worked.
He kisses her. From head to toe he kisses her. Tasting every sweet taste, smelling every wonderful smell, tracing all of her hills and valleys.
"I have to go."
He pretends to not have heard her. She laughs again and his heart skips a beat.
She pushes him off and rolls away before he can react. She carries on dressing all the while apologizing for having to leave.
He tries not to show just how heartbroken he is. His angel is leaving.
She's fully dressed and promising she'll call him.
'I love you' but he can't bring himself to say it, it sticks in his throat, no sound coming out.
He knows she doesn't love him back.
"I'm sorry.. I have to go. Caleb is expecting me to be home, he's suspicious enough already."
She reaches down and kisses him, delicately and slowly. He resists the urge to grab her, pin her down and never let her go. Never let her go back to him.
She straightens up and walks out.
"I love you" he says to an empty room.
He falls back down on the pillow and stares at the ceiling.
"I love you."