the bittersweet memory of her complaining about her boyfriend glinted in my mind.
"so uhm, what's happened with your boyfriend?"
"we talked about it"
"and?"
"we figured it out"
as terrible as it sounds, i felt a little pang of disappointment in my stomach.
"like you said. he's come around"
"that's awesome. you guys are great together"
she didn't reply to that.
we stayed like that for a bit. just the quiet sound of me scraping a pen over the pages as she watched silently.
the next time i looked up from my book, her head was lolled back and mouth parted slightly to release small purrs.
i smiled and stood up quietly.
taking her jacket, i threw it over her small body and carefully adjusted her head on the arm of the couch.
a little strand of hair had fallen over her face. i gently brushed it off her cheek, making it fall back to the side of her head. it felt like one of those stupid scenes in a movie; exept i'm not going to kiss her without her consent.
i always imagined her lips tasting off coffee. i know she drinks absurd amount of it. she had dark coffee with no sugar and the smallest amount of milk. her lips would probably taste like that.
