A Lost Age

I watched Sierra's stomach rise and fall as she lay on the bed. Her face was sweaty and her hair was tousled. I studied her face.
She had an olive tone skin and long, dark brown hair that surrounded her. Even though her eyes were closed, I still looked at her closed big brown eyes and her thick eye lashes. My gaze drifted toward her plump lips and traveled down to her slender body. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. I extended my hand out towards her face and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
My thumb stayed and stroked her face.
No.
I couldn't do this.
I couldn't fall in love.
Not again.