I never thought I’d see him again. That night and the one after that we spent them together. I woke up cuddled up by him, kissed and loved. I was living that amazing inexplicable sensation of feeling special with someone I had just met two days ago! two days? Ugh, how easily can I fall for someone… damn!
That second morning, after waking up and staying in bed for a while by his side he left the bed. Don’t move, he said before disappearing from the room and closing the door behind him. All alone naked, among white sheets I tried mentally processing all that my heart and my body were telling me. This is inexplicable. How can I be so happy and feel this much peace with someone I’ve just met?
My daydream was unexpectedly interrupted by an opening door, next to it a -still unknown man- handling two cups of coffee in his hands. At that moment I stopped moving, not really because of his instruction, but rather the shock of having a lovely unknown man caring for me, which I had just met by chance at a bar two days ago. Would he be feeling the same I would? O why would he have this gesture of bringing me coffee to bed adding a don’t move?