The Night And The Morning At Ease

Her fingers grazed around his body as his chest slowly moves as he breathes. His hands gliding slowly on her arms, on her waist, then up. He grabbed her face and kissed her. It was passionately lustful. And the feel of his huge but soft hands, it was soothing. 

She was never like this and she knows that to herself. Certain, she enjoys the unclasping of buttons, she looks forward to the removing of clothes. If anything, she’s just not prepared for the emotional attachment. But despite this, she looks forward to sound of him grunting, hearing the low sound of his voice, expressing pleasure.

But, it’s the aftermath she awaits.

That quiet moment when he frees out a sigh giving a sign of deep slumber. That instant she hears his heart slow down as he scoops her to his chest. That time when she can only hear nothing but his heartbeat and as she caresses his skin without bothering him. Only a few knows about this and they tried to ask her about it. All she answered was she didn’t know what she was doing. She doesn’t regret it even. She’s not even sure if it’s right, but she couldn’t stop it. 

She glances at him. She takes a look at the room. She looks quickly at their clothes scattered all over the floor. She stares at the ceiling and think how they end up in that room that night though it wasn’t really the first time. And then she gets tired with reasoning with herself, she just goes back with softly resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes trying to catch some sleep and trying to turn down the morning as it slowly crawls through the windows.

The next morning, she wakes up to the sound of the door creaking.

“Where did you come from?”, she asked.

“I already paid for it, go dress up, let’s go.”

And she put on her jeans, tank top and sneakers. Also her shades, because she was shy.

And as they climb down the stairs, he placed his arms around her shoulders like a friendly embrace. It was supposed to be awkward but it wasn’t. 

And as they walked out the inn, she thinks. She could do this for the rest of her life. She could do this with him all over and over again, without promising to him the certainty of “us”. 

He wasn’t ready for the responsibility of commitment though so maybe he’ll agree, just maybe.