from me to you. → kth
He's suddenly pressed up behind me. Stealing the sneakiest of glances via the reflection in the train window, I find the glorious golden hour chose to cast itself on his face tonight.It highlights the curvature of his broad nose as it tucks itself into my neck, running along the smooth skin. I'm frozen in position.I try to fight it, but the harder I do, the more I desire to melt into his presence. To become one with his shadow.As soon as his broad hands wrap around my neck, as fiercely as they should, I wake up. My pillow is drenched yet my heart beats quickly. That's not how I remember it.☈ strong themes. readers' discretion is advised :)© beijingcafe…
