LILAC

I wake up in a weird but comfortable position, wrapped up in a cocoon of heat. Somehow my face is pressed to something warm and hard and an arm is splayed around me while another cradles my neck.

I can tell who it is by the way his scent teases my nostrils, his breath licking at my skin. But how we got here is what I can’t tell. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest, his breath coming out short and even.

Would it be bad if I stayed like this for a while? He probably would kick me ...