Sleep.
I wanted to sleep. No, I needed to sleep. I tried so desperately to fall into the black abyss and wake up hours later, feeling refreshed and ready to take on anything the world throws at me.
Let me rephrase that.
Ready to take on him.
I can't get him out of my goddamn mind. His lips blending with mine are keeping my eyes wide awake, as I try so hard to recreate the feeling. But, nothing will ever be as good as the feeling of his smooth lips pushing onto mine, his hands on my hips, and his eyes dilated on mine as we pull away, trying to grasp the air and pull it into our lungs for a second before jumping back at each other.
I need sleep.
I need an escape from him.
