I slip quietly out of the bed and climb reluctantly to my feet, pulling on my clothes as I do so. He moves beside me and I freeze what I'm doing. Only when he settles do I continue.
Once I'm fully dressed I go to leave, but I hesitate and stop, turning back to face him. He is lying so peacefully, his features crystal clear in the dawn light. I'm torn: I can't go, but I dare not stay. To go would be to return to normal, to return to my lonely solitary existence. But to stay? To stay would mean taking a risk. I barely knew the man I had spent the night with.
I silently cross the room, and stand next to the bed, watching as he sleeps on, oblivious to my impossible decision. His face is angelic and beautiful, and I'm captivated by its innocence.
I kneel beside him, and ever so gently reach out to stroke his face. My hand barely touches his skin, and I doubt he even feels it, but I do. Electricity shoots up my arm and my skin dances where it has touched his. I close my eyes, desperately trying to control myself.
Slowly I open them. He sleeps on, but I suddenly grow afraid. How can my feelings for this man possibly be this strong? I met him only yesterday. I gaze at his face once more, and all my doubts fly out the window. Almost absently, I run my hand lightly over his chest, sending shivers up my spine and his.
He stirs, but this time I don't freeze. Bending over, I brush my lips against his. His hazel eyes flicker open, and he smiles at me. I smile back, and can't believe I even considered leaving. I must stay here - with him.