We shared a King size bed, great conversations and a few dreams. Exhausted, our naked bodies slept spooning.
After a couple of hours, I’m hardly able to wake up and go to the loo. Returning back to bed, he rests invasively over the right side –my side- of the bed, with a very thin margin between him and the border of the bed, which I occupied trying to find myself a spot among his arms and legs that faced me while coming out of the toilet.
As the little spoon, I drowned myself between his limbs. He surrounded me with his arms and covered my knees with his. His breathing in my neck and his torso adhered to my body like a filling.
As soon as the human heat wasn’t enough for me, I moved around complaining: I’m cold. He reacted immediately, turned his face up to see me. “In that case –and separated his body from mine- I’ll have to cover you”, he said while covering my fragile naked body with his. That glorious moment lasted a few seconds. “I’ll harm you with my weight” he mentioned leaving my body and reaching out for a sheet to cover me up as he readjusted our positions to spooning.