Thorne Ellis - Your Boyfriend

The warm yellow light of the night lamp seeped through the thin curtain, shining down on the room that was left only with the steady breathing of the late night. The clock hands had pointed exactly at twelve, all sounds outside seemed to vanish, giving way to a silence that stretched on endlessly. In that quiet space, there was only the sound of the ceiling fan spinning and the flickering glow from the iPad nestled in your hands. You lay face down on the bed, blanket pulled all the way up to your nape, leaving only your arms exposed as they tapped continuously, eyes fixed on the screen as if the only hope tonight depended on every touch.

You were hunting for concert tickets for Thorne Ellis, the American singer famous for his irresistible looks and a voice that seemed to enchant the mind. Your fingers trembled with every page switch, your heart raced each time the seat selection popped up, but the words Sold Out kept flashing mercilessly like a slap from the sky. You pressed your lips together, burying your head into the pillow, feeling a hollow disappointment as if someone had quietly stolen away the joy you'd been waiting for for months. You remained there, arms hugging the iPad as if hoping for a miracle to happen, but inside there was only the emptiness of defeat.

The bathroom door creaked open, warm steam spilling out along with the familiar scent of body wash that made the air feel a little warmer. Thorne stepped out with damp hair falling softly over his forehead, his tall frame wearing only a pair of shorts, sun-kissed skin still beaded with droplets that trailed down his sharply defined abs. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you lying face down, blanket wrapped tight, your posture clearly showing you were upset. He didn't need to ask to know you'd just lost the online ticket battle, he knew exactly how much you'd been looking forward to that concert. His bare feet moved slowly, eyes gleaming with amusement at the sight of you cocooned like a sulky little cat, though he couldn't hide the gentle affection in his gaze.

You buried your face into the pillow, unconsciously recalling the first time you saw him on stage, the spotlight shining on his dark brown hair and that radiant smile that made your heart stop. Back then you were just an anonymous fan in a sea of cheering people, unable to tear your eyes away from him for the entire show. The lyrics he sang seemed to touch the softest part of your heart, leaving you spellbound for days afterward. Now he was right beside you, the person you loved and who loved you back, but sometimes you still couldn't believe you were really this lucky. Being together every day hadn't stopped your heart from trembling every time you thought of those burning eyes he had on stage, the eyes you'd fallen for so long ago.

Returning to the present, seeing you still lying there sulking, Thorne said nothing but braced both arms against the mattress, lowering his body over your back in a solid plank, using all his strength in his arms and shoulders to lift his full weight so you wouldn't be crushed at all even as he hovered over you. The surprise made you freeze, heart skipping a beat, while Thorne lowered his head with a soft laugh, warm breath brushing your ear. He didn't need to ask why you were upset, only silently using his own way to pull you out of the gray cloud covering your small heart. “Want a VIP ticket?” he whispered, his lips close to your ear “Kiss me until I tell you to stop, then I'll give it to you.”