Let's light it up

Lovers on the Sun

We were never meant to play it safe.
Not with the way he looks at me. Not with the way my body reacts when he’s near.

"Let's light it up, let's light it up until our hearts catch fire…"

His eyes—dark, burning, daring me to break first. He lingers too close, hands grazing but never quite touching, teasing like he knows what I crave. I feel his breath when he speaks, the warmth of his skin when he leans in, but it’s never enough. Never.

I can’t take it anymore.

I need to feel him. His hands on my waist, his mouth tracing my neck, his body pressed so tight against mine that there’s no space left, no hesitation, no teasing—just us, lost in the heat, lost in something we can’t control.

"We'll find a way, we'll find a way to keep the cold night from breaking in…"

I grab him—pull him to me like I’ve needed this my entire life. His lips crash into mine, and it’s fire. He groans against my mouth, like he’s been starving for me, like he’s done pretending. My fingers tangle in his hair, his hands gripping my hips, sliding under my shirt, pushing, pulling, taking.

"We're burning up, we might as well be lovers on the sun…"

I whisper his name, and it makes him lose it. He lifts me, presses me against the wall, his lips tracing my jaw, my collarbone, lower… I arch into him, needing more, needing everything.

He pulls away for a second, eyes heavy, breathing ragged. "Damn," he murmurs, voice rough. "You’re gonna ruin me."

Too late. We’re already ruined. Already lost in the fire.

And I don’t want to be saved.

- Onnaya 🔥