As we collapsed next to each other, breathing heavily, you traced your fingers along the curve from my waist to my hip. Warmth radiated from both of our bodies; the faint sheen of sweat on our skin glowed in the moonlight. I took your hand silently, and turned so I was facing you.
The moment was fragile, and, afraid of ruining it with those three senseless words that were caught in the back of my throat, I raised my free hand to the sharp point of your jaw. My fingers softly brushed the stubble there, and in your subsequent smile I knew you understood.
2 comments:
I really liked this.
You have an interesting style, I like how it's all in the second-person.
this is wonderful. it's amazing how moments can become so much more through a simple touch or look. beautifully written. and thank you for the kind words on my blog.
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