I was seated on the bed, my hand clinging to his sleeve with a look of desperation in my eyes. He wanted to lean down and kiss my lips, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something was holding him back; an aura or a strange sense that was in the atmosphere. He didn't know what it was but it was preventing him from getting what he wanted... No, it was preventing anything nor was it getting in the way. It was just wafting through the atmosphere and standing back. The decision was his to make. He could ignore the feeling and the urge to do just that grew stronger when I stood up from the bed.
I released his hand and brought it up to take ahold of the bedsheet around my shoulders. I averted my eyes from his and down to my covered body, to my hands that were firmly clutching onto the shee
