*Henrietta*
A couple of hours earlier, Dimos rolled off me, brought me in close, and fell asleep with his hand cupped over my hip possessively as though claiming, ‘Mine’. Or perhaps it was merely my silly imagination conjuring such sentiments because I wanted him to want me.
The feelings coursing through me now… I have never before experienced them. I have never felt so close to someone, as though he were part of me. We breathe in tandem, and I can't seem to stop studying him, with his long dark lashes resting on his cheeks, his sharp aquiline nose, his sturdy jaw, and that remarkable mouth that brought me such exquisite pleasure.
His eyes flutter open, and he smiles contentedly. "Hello."
I have the uneasy sensation that I might be blushing, as a wave of pure pleasure sweeps through m
