"So when can I meet your parents?" I asked him as I walked around his small couch, tracing my fingers along the back of the couch and across his shoulders. His hair was a strawberry blonde color today. His cotton long sleeve felt warm under my fingers.
"You want to meet my parents" He turned sideways to look at me. His eyes were a light green color.
"Yea if that's okay?" I stopped and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.
"It would be if my parents were around" he said. He wouldn't meet my gaze.
"Why wouldn't they be around?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Well my dad's in jail again for drinking and driving, and my mom well she just isn't around, I don't know where she is. One day she just got up and left" He stated turning back around. His voice was dry and crisp like he had a lot of anger pent up about his mom.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. My chin rested on his shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his hair starting to change shades it was getting darker. He was upset.
"I'm sorry baby" I said laying a kiss on his neck and ear lobe. His skin was heating up and fast.
"It's okay there is nothing I can do about it now" he mumbled softly.