She watched him while he slept.
It was a quiet, rare, reflective moment; one where she allowed herself indulge her feelings, this affection for him that she had long kept locked inside. It felt natural and right after having just expressed the lust that had accumulated over so long, like a blockage had been cleared and now her emotions could run freely. But like crying in the rain or smiling in the dark, she reached out and touched his hair, stroked his head lovingly, all while he was asleep. He wouldn't know. She thought about how fucked up it was that she had finally managed to get her head around sleeping with him but she would still find it difficult to just touch him like this, for no other reason than to feel him, if his eyes were open. Dani wondered how she came to be this way and got pissed with herself like she always did.
She withdrew her hand from her partner's head. She should get dressed, she didn't want to be fishing around for her clothes in front of him. Covering up would make her feel a little more comfortable with this whole bizarre situation somehow.
Just as she was contemplating creeping out to find her jeans, Charlie started to stir, rolling over onto his front. She wondered which tack to take and wished she could be like him, reacting to everything that came at him so naturally and honestly. He seemed to know himself. Maybe there was something in all this Zen shit after all.
