Sienna DiMarco
Light seeped through the curtains, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the beautiful Parisian sunrise. I smiled, and when I tried to move something heavy weighed me down. I froze when I turned around to see what it was, and it was Sal´s arm around my waist.
I sighed and took a minute to admire how handsome he was. To the world, he wore this stern, harsh expression; to me, he wore a soft one. This expression was vulnerable, at peace, resting. It was the expression of a man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and just for a brief period of time, got to put it aside.
I felt tempted to run my fingers through his hair, to touch him. I sighed, wondering if he would be upset if I did. I tried to overcome temptation, but in the end, it won. ´Just the hair,´ I
