The silence wrapped around us like a cloak. He slowly raised my head, and I looked at him with hooded eyes. Gently, he brushed my hair away from my face and pulled me in for a soft kiss before withdrawing. The wetness swept through me as he left, leaving me aching and empty once again. I sighed.
He didn’t say a word. What was there to say? I knew the gut-wrenching feeling of what I had done would hit me in the morning. I looked away, waiting for him to leave, but instead, he pulled a chair in front of me and sat. I stared at him, taken aback, as his gaze held mine, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Once again, I was trapped in his eyes, locked in place.
He held me there for a moment, stretching the thin, charged air between us. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a fin
