Monday, The 17th
After Midnight
THERE WAS NOT AN OFFICIAL MOMENT HE FELT HIMSELF WAKE, but there he was, awake and with awareness coming to him gradually. The room was silent save for the pitter-pattering of rain outside and above. The weight of a person was thrown partially over him. Her hand felt good draped over his body, each finger putting marginal pressure on his skin, but enough that he knew that it was there. She did not lose the magic one feels when touched and the position held. She did not need to shift constantly to remind him that she chose to touch him. It felt like she was satisfied to be there with him. To be on him.
Scott let his eyelids fall back down, shutting himself into darkness. The rain stimulated him. He wanted to listen to it, so his mind would not quiet, racin
