The Pensive Gentleman
Shock frizzles through me, and I’m too scared to move, too scared to breathe, too scared to tear my eyes from the hard body.
But I do; not because I’ve overcome my fear, but because he’s both familiar and unfamiliar.
I trail my gaze upward, from his chest to his neck, to his…
There’s no face. It’s just…nothing.
I yell at the top of my lungs but the sound is muffled, backing away as I fall on my bum so hard pain shoots up my spine.
I rise from my sleep with a jolt, my heart beating erratically underneath my chest, beads of sweat coating my forehead and my pink pajama set damp despite the air conditioner.
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