Damien
When I open my eyes I'm panting, trying to catch my breath, and we're forehead to forehead and she's staring up at me.
Fuck. I'm undone.
I plant a swift kiss on her forehead and pull out of her and lie down beside her.
She winces as I withdraw, but other than that she looks okay.
Raula's lips stretch into a slow smile. It is so infectious, so I find myself smiling back at her. Her smile is immediately replaced by a shocked gasp.
What?
"I have never seen you smile like this," she says.
Is that so?
"Really?" I lift an eyebrow in question.
She nods.
"I hardly ever get to live suck beautiful moments that are worth smiling about," I respond, my mind slowly slipping into an abyss of darkness.
"Oh," she gasps, and then sits up, her hands reaching for my face.
