"I thought of holding your hands so many times," Natha caressed my cheek, brushing strands of hair off my sweaty forehead. "Of kissing you."
"Why didn't you?"
I leaned into his touch, enjoying the slightly warm touch that made me feel like I was propelled back to the past. It was still uncomfortable, not feeling the rough texture of his real skin, especially now that I regained my cognitive back. Yet it was also nostalgic, and fun in its own way.
We were both sweaty, and satiated. Well, almost. I still wanted to go, but Natha reminded me I had to do more purification tomorrow. Oops--today. So, regretfully, we had to stop.
Aah...I didn't want to let go. I just wanted to lay in bed and bask in his presence, but he also had to go back first thing in the morning. So rather than catching up to a few hours of sleep, I told him to talk to me, saying anything.
