Chapter 6When we get back into bed it feels somehow different. On one hand there is more riding on this now, with both of us putting ourselves in a vulnerable position. But I'm actually more comfortable. There is no rush, the morning deadline no longer applies.
Lying sideways, facing each other, he takes me into his arms.
I know now what he meant when he described how I looked at him. It's the same way he explores my face now, lingering on certain features just that little bit longer before coming back for eye contact. I feel noticed, appreciated.
It's a strange thing, when you look at someone's face after you've developed some kind of feelings for them. We can look at a model on a billboard and appreciate their attractiveness on an objective level, but eventually you'll get bored and l
