Your look
You slowly wake up and feel her warmth right next to you.
Even before she opens her eyes, you just lie there and let your gaze wander over her face. That calm breathing. The slightly open lips. The proximity that suddenly feels far too tempting to just look at.
Then her eyelids move.
You lean towards her and gently kiss her shoulder.
She breathes in deeper.
Your breath grazes her neck, and you see the fine goosebumps that spread over her skin. Another kiss, a little closer, while your hand slowly finds her cheek.
Then she turns to you.
Her eyes open.
And that look...
You hold your breath for a moment.
She smiles, as if she's long known what's going on in your head.
You pull her a little closer. Your faces are only a few centimeters apart. You feel her warmth, her breath, that soft crackling between you.
Your lips touch hers.
At first, very gently.
Then you linger in this kiss longer than would be necessary for an ordinary morning.
You pull away only a little and look at her again.
And suddenly you know that the most dangerous thing about this morning isn't the dream.
But how damn real her gaze feels.









