We were there, laying almost-naked under the thick blanket in our hotel room. It was 3 A.M. in the morning. I was awakened by the movements of your body, which tried to hug me even tighter than before. I was never a cuddling-while-sleeping kind of person. It reduces my ability to breathe. So I tried to sat down, positioning my body higher than yours so that you can hug my belly and tights instead of my whole figure, while I caress your hair that you wouldn’t let me touch when you’re fully awake.
“Darn you, God,” I thought, “this man is so adorable.” Even under the dimmed table lights, I can clearly see the captivating physical charms you had that made me fell for you. Your edgy hairstyle, thick eyebrows, sharp nose, strong jawline, perfect stubble, clean neckline… just enough to knocked me off my feet over and over again day by day.
The TV was turned on. We forgot to turn it off because we were hardly care about it. I continued stroking your hair while watching a guy doing some ridiculous stunts on the shining box. Sometimes I casted a glance back to you. And hey, turns out what people said about that moment when you’re staring at someone silently, then suddenly your heart says, “Damn, I’m so into this guy,” was true. I felt it. I really did.
Minutes later you woke up, asking me why I didn’t sleep. I said I was fine, that I’ve had enough sleep already. You then turned off the TV and invited me to laid back again on the bed. I agreed. I placed my head on your right chest while your hand gently held the fingers of mine. No one’s ever been so nice to me like you did. Your heartbeat and your breathing are the only sound that’s audible at that time. But for me, it was the most melodious lullaby I’ve ever heard in my whole life.To be continued…