As he stood at the side of the bed and began to get dressed, she pulled at his open shirt. Yanking on the fabric like an anchor, he turned back to face her and fell onto her chest.
'Can't you stay?' she said. His breath was warm on her face as the 7.00am sun shone through the pale cream blinds of her apartment. Her white bed sheets were halfway down the bed in a distressed bundle.
'Why do you always ask the same question?'
'Because I want a different answer. You don't have to go. Stay with me'.
She wrapped her bare legs around his waist and hoisted him onto his back. She climbed on top of him and heard the bed springs familiar screech. Her loose pyjama top was all that covered her. He smiled up at her face and let out a quiet laugh.
'Well...I suppose five more minutes' he said.
And whilst they fooled themselves this was nothing serious, it was how they spent every Sunday morning.
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Love in Words
Любовные романыA small collection of poems and phrases used to better explain what we see as love. This is less from my own experiences, but still comes from a place where I feel I must share, because everyone is a sucker for a love story :) A big thank you to ev...
