“Can you sing me a song?”
He chuckled, “I don't sing.” I felt him kiss my forehead. I cuddled him tighter that made him laugh, “You’re squeezing me.”
I didn't answer. I placed my head on his chest instead. I hugged him even tighter.
I don't want anything else to do right now but to cuddle with him. I want to feel his breath on my neck and I want to feel the tightness of his embrace. He's leaving tomorrow, he keeps on telling me he's just gonna run some errands but I don't believe him. I know it's the gang fight he's talking about, he's not telling me about it so I won't worry too much.
I know he'll win, I'm confident and I trust him. But there's still a part of me that is scared of the thought that he might get hurt.
“Please sing me a song,”
I heard him sigh, “Al
