SLOANE

When I woke up from sleep, I remained in my position instead of rising up, just to replay the image of Dimitri that wouldn’t leave my mind.

The heaving of his chest while I laid my head on top of his chest, the way his hands wrapped around me like he was scared he’s wake me to me home, his gruff voice that I could listen without getting tired— they all carved themselves into my memory.

By the time I finally decided to come back to reality, I sat up on the bed to meet the space ...