The lightning played a staccato against the walls like a discotheque gone mute. Summer rains brought in a cool breeze through the slightly open window. She pondered on getting up and shutting it, the carpet could get wet.
Eyes drowsy she sighed.
Long deep breaths while she felt him close to her. Across her hips, sunken waist, neck and face. Like a serpentine warmth shrouding her, masking her eyes and mind.
Spelling comfort, and lust. That was a funny combination, she giggled, refusing to open her eyes. Savor the moment she told herself.
Fingers traced the mole on his right shoulder, the curve of his neck, the hollow of his ear, smooth shaven chin, full lips. Emeralds pour over her face.