I was waiting for this story to get signed, which is why I couldn't update, these past two weeks.
The silence was pleasant, soothing, as Layla laid her head on her father's bare chest, her fingers intertwined with his on one hand, while his other hand brushed her hair, his fingers combing the soft strands mindlessly, in a comforting back and forth motion.
For the third time that afternoon, she awoke in his arms; their nude bodies entangled, skin on skin, chest to chest. It was an inexplicable feeling, an inexplicable moment between them, where they both knew they were enough for each other, that they didn't have to do much to express themselves, relay the amount of affection and adoration they have for each other. No words were said, yet Layla could tell that her fath
