After a crazy time in the bathroom, we found ourselves on the bed laying as if nothing happened.
He was lying on his side, facing me, one of his arms wrapped securely around my waist, anchoring me to him. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his face relaxed, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath tickling the back of my neck. I knew he was asleep, yet his hold on me remained firm, as though even in sleep, he needed to keep me close. His presence was overwhelming, comforting and suffocating all at once.
I lay on my side, curled slightly inward, but my mind refused to follow his lead into sleep. The silence of the room only seemed to amplify my thoughts, making them louder, sharper. My eyes remained closed, but behind my eyelids, a thousand questions swirled.
Wha
