My long, slim fingers glided through his smooth hair. He sighed and pulled me a little closer, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. We smiled like maniacs at each other as tiredness began to creep up on us slowly. He lay on his back, with my head on his shoulder and my arm draped over his waist. "I love you," he murmured, sounding just as tired as I felt. I grinned, replying with a happy, "I love you too," too. His fingers swept through my hair at a nice pace, before he slowly stopped; telling me he was on the verge on pure sleep. I snuggled into his chest, hating that I couldn't get as close as I needed. I had to be grateful though; this was amazing. It was perfect. It was everything I had dreamt of - and trust me when I say I dreamt of it a lot - he assured me he did too. I lightly tapped a tune on his toned waist, careful not to wake him. His breathing got heavier, and his heart rate smoothed out. My breathing began to fall into sync and no sooner was I dead asleep in his strong grasp.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
