Sleep Can Wait
№ 7 in the 💯Story Challenge: Some things should always come first…
1 min readFeb 6, 2022
She crawled in next to him, glancing at the bedside clock. 12:32 a.m. Reaching out, tentatively, she placed her cool hand on his warm back, sliding it up and around his waist.
His breathing deepened and slowed momentarily in response to her touch, his bodily awareness of her apparent.
Hoping not to wake him, she moved close, pressing her body against his, her nipples grazing his shoulder blades. Curling into her, they curved, like two parentheses, open to the possibility of the dark.
He stirred, breath becoming shallow…quick. His hand slipped over hers, fingers searching…bodies hungry.
Sleep would have to wait.
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