I certainly didn't sleep well. I kept waking up, touching him. Kissing him. Getting closer. Him pulling me into him. Touching his chest. Finding his hand. His beard. His hair. His arms. I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I also couldn't stop giggling. Looking at him, looking at me.
This chemistry. How long has it been since I've had this kind of chemistry? Over a year. Yes, now that I think about it. Me waking up next to him, instead of cringing, instead of beelining for the door, I couldn't get close enough.
This is so unlike me.
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