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As I ran my fingers through his thick dark curls, I couldn’t help but wonder how many other women had done the same before me in his bed. The room was dark except for the small ray of moonlight that crept in through the open bedroom curtains. I could still smell the cinnamon scented candles that lingered in the air.
He lay fast asleep, his head nestled on my chest while I lay wide awake, watching the ceiling fan spin slowly, around and around and around. I was hoping that its motion would coax me to sleep but I knew better.
All I could think about was the cliff I had just stepped off of, how hard I would land and the number of bones I would break when I finally hit the ground.
He stirred and turned his head to look up at me so that our eyes made four. Shifting himself up so that he lay next to me, he tried to read my face in the moonlight.
“Your heart’s racing. What’s wrong?”
And it was just at that moment that we heard the yelling and banging at his front door.
When his confused eyes looked into my calm ones, he knew immediately what I had done.
To be continued – January 8, 2016
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