His One Night Stand
For a moment, there's only silence between us, the air heavy with the weight of our unspoken words.
He finally pulls away, cradling my face in his hands, his eyes boring into mine. More tears trickle out of my eyes and with a gentle swipe of his thumb, he cleans them off. My heart starts to race when he leans closer, his gaze dropping to my lips. I know what's about to happen and I should be pushing him away but I'm too weak to resist him now. Just like he said, this would be our last moments together and with my feelings for him undying, it would be better to just savor this stolen moments.