STOLEN

"I've never been to malaysia" you said eventually.
"Or me. I 'd rather go to america."
"Really? All those cities, those people. . .?
Your finger twitched then as you glanced at me, your eyes darting to the hair i'd just released. After aa moment you leant across the table to retuck it behind my ear.You hesitated.
"Sorry, I..." you murmured, unable to finish, your cheeks reddening a little. Your finger lingered against my temple. I could feel the roughness of their tips.. My ear went hot as you brushed against it. Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And i mean you really looked at me...with eyes like two stars. You trapped me there like that, kept me stuck to that spot of bangkok airport as though i was something small drawn tp the light. And i had wings fluttering away inside me alright. Big, fat, moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me towards you like i was already in the net.
"wouldnt you rather go to australia?" you said.
i laughed a little bit, the way you'd said it sounded so serious. You moved your fingers away immediately.
"Sure" i shrugged, breathless. "Everyone wants to go there.". You were quiet then, looking down. I shook my head, still feeling your touch. I wanted you to keep talking.
"Are you australian?" I was puzzled about your accent. You didnt sound like the actors off Neighbours. Sometimes you sounded British. Sometimes it sounded as though you came from nowhere at all. I waited but you didnt answer me. So i leant over and podded you forearm.
"Gerard?" I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. "So what's it like anyway? Australian?"
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up like there wre sunbeams coming from inside you.
"You'll find out." you said.

Notes

i dont know if this good. im sorry