I started to slowly wake up what must have been a few minutes later. My sight was only just there, I struggled to keep my eyes open and I had barely any sensory input.
What I could register was a large warm body. I was held firmly against built muscles under... a hoodie? An arm under my shoulder and neck, another behind my knees... I was being held bridal style. Big hands. A large man. Soft, regular swaying... walking. At pace.
Fighting my eyes' desire to lead me back to sleep, I looked up. Only a foggy glimpse, but enough to make out a head. A face completely shrouded in the shadow of a hood. Back lit... street lamps?
I couldn't fight the sleep anymore. I succumbed and let myself sink back into the warm waters of sleep.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Stuck in the Shadows
RomantizmIn the past year I have been swept up in the most unlikely of romances. A romance with a man. I didn't know what he looked like, what his name was, what his story was, but I knew I wanted him. This is an account of how I fell in love with a mysterio...
