4 o’clock on a Saturday
Awake, and it's that weird time... is it Friday night? Saturday morning? I'm unsure. In this moment between day and night, I hear your soft breath. Your stillness and peace settle into my being as I tune out the world. Moments pass as I listen. I turn to face you. Your beauty is astounding. Your eyes flutter open and you look at me. In a state of silence, we lock eyes. Breath, stillness. A smile. The moon is big, and I can see the glow on your skin. Uncovered shoulders, collarbone bare. Your hand finds its way to my face and the warmth of it on my cheek gives me chills. I can feel my heartbeat quicken. I try to slow my breath, but that takes focus that I would
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