His fingers suddenly tangled in my hair,
and my stomach flooded,
with fluttering heat.
I turned to face him,
making the bedsheets rustle,
the room lit by my laptop screen.
His eyes were closed,
as his fists knotted,
his face slack with surface sleep.
“Wow,” he mumbled deeply.
“Hmm?” I asked,
trying not to wake him completely.
“You’re so beautiful,” he slurred,
his hand becoming as heavy as his words,
as he began to snore again.