EMILY
I have been awake for the last forty minutes or so, curled up in a foetal position as I hugged the duvet cover.
I will be honest here—I couldn't get him out of my mind. I couldn't get last night out of my mind. I have literally never struggled with pushing away any thought like I did right now.
When I closed my eyes, it came to be, playing like a newly bought CD in my head. These eyes of mine had seen him, his hard lean body bare of clothes, walking confidently as the dim light of the moon had gently caressed that perfection that he called a body.
“My goodness,” I said under my breath, still hugging the duvet cover.
It had been dark so I hadn't gotten a close view, but what I saw was enough to have me dreaming of him. What was funny was that I had immediately taken my gaze away
