Anino
The world outside doesn’t exist. It’s just this room with faint orange lights. The windows are shut and everything is impersonal except for a song playing from his media player and a portable speaker she gave him as a present.
They’re tired and sleepy, blissfully ignoring the dangers of the situation. He can’t keep her holding her like this without risking his heart or hers but for now, they welcome the pleasure of skin touching, of fingers interlocked, of their distinct scent invading the anonymity of the room. No one is asking for anything more than this. This is enough.
It’s precarious but the moment is enough.
He sings along, briefly, and she chuckles.
“Che” he grunts with a coy look on his face and he pulls her closer.
Devoid of all romance, she smiles sincerely and returns the touch.
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