Here I lay beside you, throbbing in anticipation. I can hear my own heartbeat going crazy. I can feel my blushes, my cheeks going red just like a new bride.
It is quiet outside. The silence is deafening. We are in the same room , the same bed that we shared since we were tied together by the red invisible thread.
My fingers are yearning to feel your chest heave, to run through your curls but they are shy. It's awkward, this silence between us. We are no strangers but partners meeting after a long gap. And yet I strangely hesitate to initiate . I peek a glance at your sleeping form. Your chest moves in a rhytmn that doesn't match mine. Your's slow...