I don’t know how we ended up in this situation. Yesterday, we were fighting. For the past few days, we hadn’t even spoken to each other. And now, I’m lying in bed with him after our mind-blowing s*x last night.
I’m always the first to wake up between the two of us, since he does most of the work during s*x. He was the one moving, and we tried all the positions he knew. So, I know he’s tired.
When I woke up, I found his hand resting on my chest and his leg draped over my thighs. Lately, I’ve noticed that he often touches my breasts, almost as if he can’t get enough of them. I took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, contemplating our situation. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel unsure. It’s as if it’s become normal for us to sleep together, even though we’re not certain about eac
