Chapter 25

I can see it when I close my eyes... You're lying in bed, asleep. The only light in the room is the moon, filtered through curtains. I can barely see your silhouette, peacefully composed; barely hear your breathing, quiet and rhythmic. I touch your hair, lightly stroking it, twisting the ends between my fingers ever so gently. Sharp, sweet longing pierces through me, and I lie quietly, just drinking in your presence, my hand resting on the bed, not quite touching you. I lie there, still and silent,...