Petrichor

A night I'll remember

He gently ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me close
We spoke of interests and giggled to ourselves
Mostly trying to understand each others accents
Our bodies pressed against each other, my head on his chest
His lips brushed my forehead before finding my lips
We could have laid there all night, entwined
But my friend was waiting to leave
And yours wanted to sleep
So you drove us home
We called it a night
And we hold on to hopes of seeing eachother
One last time before you fly home