He Was Mine - Carter Reynolds Imagine for Jade

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He Was Mine - Carter Reynolds Imagine for Jade

I smiled into his chest. My eyes closed, hair pulled over my face as his fingers entangled themselves in the strands. I breathed heavily and slowly, my whole body relaxing until it was totally limp. I sighed after a while and smiled again, not even believing how happy I was right now.

“You’re so beautiful,” I heard him murmur. It sounded as if his lips had barely moved, and he was basically talking to himself; thinking out loud. I didn’t say anything, but my cheeks got a bit red, as they did every time he complimented me. “Oh, Jade, you’re so beautiful,” he repeated. I could feel his eyes staring at me. Maybe he thought I was asleep.

“Thank you,” I said breathlessly, barely supporting the words with air. I felt the warm sunshine pour in through the window onto my cheeks, making my skin glow like the summer sun. I opened my eyes slightly, their dark green irises staring out at the glass. I could see the trees of my back yard as the whole world turned a warm sunny yellow and orange. Everything was golden.

His hand rubbed up and down my back and I smiled at him. Looking up, I placed one hand on his chest and the other on the cushion of the window seat. He smiled down at me and I admired his warm brown eyes. They lit up when they met mine. His hair was messy today, flopping over his forehead in choppy pieces, and it was just perfect to me. His white t-shirt was a bit ragged and old, but it was so soft. His arm stretched further around my back.

“I love you,” he says to me. I smile.

“I love you, too,” I say. It’s his turn to smile.

He smiled at me and I couldn’t believe he was mine. I’d been crushing on the viner for years, doubting that he’d ever be mine, doubting that he’d ever hold me like he was now. But then, things changed. We met and fell in love so fast, I was flying. I can’t even count how many times I’ve melted for the boy. His warm brown eyes, his dark brown practically black hair.

Carter.

He was mine.  

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