Two alone, two for more

He laid across from me—his arms wrapped around my body. My feet lightly touched his.

\”Jennnnnnn,\” he said in a breathy whisper.

In response, I could only bury my face in his hair. A slight intoxicating smell. Of familiarity and fondness. His skin was imperfect, not always the smoothness that he loved about me. I rubbed over his bumps.

He yawned. Slightly tearing up, a reflex he said of his sinuses that he never liked. And out of reflex, my eyes teared up too. But then a torrent of my former sorrow returned. The feeling of loneliness. It was Monday morning and we were about to part ways. And my doubts, my insecurities, my own despair returned. I buried myself in between the pillow and him. His body enough to hide my face.