What We Didn't Do

She knew where she was, yet she kept her eyes closed, hoping steadfastly that she was wrong. She hoped what she remembered was a dream that was far from reality. Dreaming was enjoyable, and it was pleasant when he placed his lips on hers like they were always meant to be there. His lips were soft like baby skin and sent butterflies fluttering through her whole body, first from her lips to down her throat, flowing all the way down to the tips of her fingers and tips of her toes, and finally shooting up to her brain. It was a pleasant dream indeed, although the memories of having such a dream cannot be entertained.

"Are you awake now?"

With the sound of Gerald's voice, she had to accept reality. She opened her eyes, and it was definitely not a dream. Gerald was in a pair of plain maroon boxers, and beads of water hung on his chest hairs. There was nothing unattractive about his shirtless body in that moment; his lean chest was well defined with muscles, and his waist narrowed down to his