there she was, skin swathed with white bedsheets; the room was still dark, not pitch black kinda darkness, the dark blue curtains had demonstrated its leniency to the morning sunlight, and thats enough to wake her up.
the soft rhythmic breathing coming from her left reminded her of last night. strangely, she didn't feel even a tinge of awkwardness - the whole intimacy and having a man now sleeping beside her seemed as though the most natural thing to happen. it was the comfort feeling she had that was strange, she thought.
what makes the difference?
before she could come up with an answer, he woke up to the slightest movement she made while turning to her left to look at him, she didnt intend to wake him up. with his eyes still closed, he enveloped her in his arms, and kissed her on her lips. gingerly, she laced her fingers over him, under his shirt to feel his heart beating. then they fell asleep again, together.
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there are always two sides to a person, to life, and to reality - and they all take turns to reveal their trueself in the moments you least expected it.
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anyways, it was a good night made up of blossom hill, giggles, checkin out, soft kisses, cuddles and stubble.
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