Clara
I woke up smiling.
Actually
no.
I woke up grinning like an i***t.
The moment my eyes opened, memories from last night immediately came rushing back all at once.
The confession.
The kiss.
The rain.
Reig.
God.
I buried my face against the pillow while laughing softly to myself.
Because what the hell was that?
My heart started beating embarrassingly fast again just remembering the way he looked at me last night.
Like I was something precious.
Like I was home.
I rolled on the bed dramatically while trying to calm myself down.
Failed immediately.
Because then I remembered:
we held hands while walking back to the camper van.
And somehow
that simple thing felt even more intimate than the kiss itself.
The warmth of his hand.
His thumb brushing gently against mine.
