The room is quiet except for our breathing.
Our bodies are damn sticky with sweat, the sheets damp and twisted around us.
She climbs over to me and rests her head on my arm.
I reach for the remote and switch on the aircon. The cool air hits our skin, and the sound fills the silence between us.
The moonlight is brighter now cuz it's midnight, painting a beautiful image of her.
I can see every bit of her face, her ruined mascara, even the shadow of her lashes.
I run my fingers through her hair, and she makes a little soft moan, like a damn kitten. My heart does a stupid flip.
The way she looks at me... like I’m the only one she’s got.
There’s so much light in her eyes, so much calm and warmth that I can’t even look away.
This right here, this is all I’ve ever wanted with her.
