Cahill
"Will she be okay?" The little boy asks quietly as he glances at Mathilda's unconscious body on the bed.
Clearing my throat, I reply, "Yes." then tuck my hands in my pants as I clench my jaw hard because it's been ten days and there's no sign of Mathilda regaining consciousness.
Even in Mathilda's unconscious state, her lips are still full with this faint pink color. Although she's not wearing lip gloss, her lips are always like this. And right now my brain is making me remember the kisses I've shared with her. The feel of her soft lips on mine and how she had moaned into my mouth.
The first time I kissed her, her first moan was shaky, the second was inaudible and the third came out of abandon because I was giving her small butt gentle assaults.
I curse myself inwardly because I'm not supposed to allow such thoughts to form up in my mind when she hasn't woken up.
