Stranger by Brooke Cochrane

I can’t forget the color of his eyes. They pierce into mine as he lies above me; so blue, and alive, just like mine. His pink lips part, breathing onto my hot skin. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them just to make sure this is real. Make sure he’s real. He whispers my name, and I wrap my arms around him. He can never be too close to me. His skin against mine enrages me in euphoria. To think this stranger is making me feel this way. “Jason, I—”