52. Floating in the Steam of the Small Bathroom
Michelle
I want to open my eyes, but I can't. Not because I'm tired, but because this moment is too perfect to interrupt. The place where I'm lying is warm and comfortable, and the rhythmic heartbeat under my ear lulls me even more.
A hand gently strokes my hair, and suddenly, memories of last night flood my mind like a torrent. I smile, and I know it's the biggest and most genuine smile I've ever had.
“Pinch me,” I murmur in a sleepy voice, as a light giggle resonates very close to my ear.
“Where do you want me to pinch you?” his voice is mischievous.
I feel a fleeting touch on my cheek. “Here?”
A light and delightful brush on my n****e. “Or here?”
His hand moves down to my groin, and now I'm the one laughing.
“Hahaha… I get it. It
