Kerry Says

It is the unfortunate truth that he is never so handsome as when he’s angry.

He isn’t terrible to look at or anything. He has a pleasant face and a hairstyle kept tidy with regular trimmings. He is slightly taller than average, with a hint of muscle on his medium frame. All and all he’s easy on the eyes, if a little bit vanilla.

But when he gets angry, how to explain it? Things… shift.

The colour comes into his face to highligh jutting cheekbones and strong jaw line you always swear weren’t there before. His roundness becomes angles and his softness hardens and you think you might like him better that way.

And this always makes you smile which makes him step closer, eyes snapping and burning. As he glares at you, you remark, as always, that you had forgotten how deep the blue of his eyes is, like the ocean. This never fails to enrage him further, but you just can’t help it.

You’ve fallen into them, swimming.

And he yells in your ear but you never hear what he says because it always sounds like thunder (or is that just your heart beating?) And you think you should turn from him but you never do because the heat between you is stifling and you’re drowning in him and he is terrifying and beautiful and you are tired and sad.

And you always think that if he’d just put his arms around you, you could sleep forever.

And his hand always does reach out for you. But only to make you sleep a little while.