22 January 2013
I was stretched out on my stomach, reading my book meticulously when I felt his body lie down beside me.
“What are you reading?” he asked as he lied on his side and gently fingered my curls.
I showed him the cover of the book.
“Is it any good?” he asked, snuggling up closer beside me.
I gave him a disapproving look.
“What?” he asked knowingly. “I can’t cuddle you?”
I raised my eyebrows at him and he chuckled.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry for distracting you,” he apologized as he lied down on his back. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked half-interestedly. I was busy trying to relocate my place in the book.
“The girl I love doesn’t want to cuddle with me.”
I looked up from my book and instantly fell for his puppy-dog eyes. “But I’m almost done! And there’s no way that I am going to be able to finish it if you keep tickling me like last time,” I said exasperatedly.
He raised his large, right hand, palm out and said, “I solemnly swear I won’t tickle you.”
I laughed and he flashed his wonderful smile.
“C’mere,” I said grinning as he eagerly enveloped me in his strong arms. I kissed his cheek and resumed reading.
Reading • Opuss № I