I looked up at his face whilst he was sleeping. I kept my eyes on him and I knew I’d fallen for him already. He had the most perfect jawline, protruding cheekbones, a little stubble covering it all.
I ran my nails in a swirly motion, across his cheek, down his neck, back up into his hair. Stroking my index finger softly on his temple’s edge. He stayed fast asleep. He moved his leg and wrapped it over mine.
This was, the best feeling I’d had in a long time. He was smart, older and attractive. I was willing to jump in, both feet off the cliff.
I told him I was giddy with excitement, that he would be my first, that I had an errand to run in the morning.
He was oblivious, thought I was making up stories and lies. But this time I wasn’t, this was all true.
Eventually, I left; not wanting to at all. I left a piece of myself with him there, I’m sure.