They had transcended friendship in only the course of some thrity minutes...maybe a quarter of an hour at most. An yet, now they lay on the floor as a friends washroom, tangled in each other. Feeling so much, but understanding so little.
It was magical.
He ran a hand across her shoulder.
Posted on 2009-04-30 at 05:13:58.
Edited on 2009-04-30 at 05:15:47 by Babaloo
He wasn't all sure if he was okay. He'd been shaken by her comment. She had thought about the others...but they loved each other, and she had said it with her own mouth. He shook the thought from his head, realzing the absurdity of it.
But he did not continue where he had left off, he felt it was awkward to simply dive back into something so intimate as that. He waited to see what she would do.