Then he realized it was me, it was real.
His breath left him in a rough, broken sound.
I smiled before I could help it. “Good morning.”
He did not answer.
He could not, apparently.
Interesting.
I kissed his forehead.
His whole body went still again.
I kissed the tip of his nose.
His eyes followed me like he was trying to understand the laws of a universe where this was happening to him.
I f*****g loved it! So, I kissed his mouth again.
Another small peck. Soft. Slow. Safe enough to be innocent if my body had not already started lying about innocence.
“Persefone,” he said, and my name sounded ruined.
I liked it too much.
That was probably a character flaw.
I kissed his chin next, because I could, because he let me, because some stupid tender part of me wanted to put softness
