She slides her arm around his body, he's skinny, but she feel safe with him and know he's stronger than he looks. She put her nose against his skin and the scent of him fills her , something about him draws her closer. She can feel his heart beat, the warmth from their bodies make their skin sticky, her throat tightens up and his hair tickles her nose.
She wants to kiss him, but she knows she can't, it's just another steppingstone to trouble. So she lays next to the man she is quite sure she cares about more than she should. Their hands find each other, their fingers intertwine, and she falls asleep, every breath being a beat following another beat.
She wakes up, her body heavy of comfort and longing, she looks at him, her gaze follows the sharp lines around his mouth, the soft lips, and when he opens his eyes, she meets oceans of questions that neither of them ask. She knows she's long gone, she never had a chance, he smiles a crooked smile and she want to punch him and fuck him at the same time.
She kiss his cheek, gets up and steps into her pants, ties her shoes, drinks a glass of water, grabs her bag and leaves, just to come back another night, to do it all over again.
