46. Unbeknownst to Me

Laura - The house in the suburbs

The kiss that awakens me is sweet. Hot lips slip cleanly over the skin of my nape, igniting a thrilling amount of pleasure. I’m in no mood for sex, but his touch offers another form of delight I’ll gladly take. A sense of peace washes over me, rinsing away everything bad; my bleak existence; the fear that takes hold every morning when I see that I'm alive.

Paul’s heavy arm lays over my waist. The muscles contract as it tightens the grip over me. His warm chest presses against the bare skin of my back. A low moan escapes my lips before I can contain it. I hope I’m not falling in love with him because my heart can’t take it.

I’ve never fallen asleep in someone’s arms before. This is all my fault. I’ve never slept with a man in the same bed after having sex. Leaving right after is for the best. This way, I can avoid emotional attachment. The memory of my past few lovers is a blur.

And then there's Paul. I want to stay in his arms forever. A hand slides up