Nicole
I woke up early, as always. My body still seemed to float between exhaustion and the hangover from a night that had been anything but ordinary. I opened my eyes slowly, my head a bit disoriented, my muscles sore, as if I had returned from an intense fight. And, in a way, it was. But a fight that no one wants to win, just surrender to. When I turned to the side, he was still there. Lying in bed, completely sprawled, his body heavy, relaxed, as if the world had stopped to allow that man to rest after being with me the entire night.
A smile slipped from my lips before I even realized it. It was instinctive. Natural. Because remembering what we experienced, what we did, was inevitable. That man dismantled me in every possible layer. And I'm not just talking about the physical. I don
