The Sweetest Letter
I opened my eyes to the sunrise out the window and stretched, still tired. Then I remembered where I was and shot out of bed with a huge grin. All the sleep had left my body and was replaced with elation that coursed through me like…well, like sugary sweets. I giggled to myself as the couch came into view, and the curled up form on it. As quietly as I could, I came and sat down beside him. In sleep, he had thrown off the blanket and was now shivering. I placed it carefully back on his sleeping body, and his face relaxed into a small smile. I smiled too, unable to keep a straight face when he was happy. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was inside his and I was softly stroking his hair.
What was I doing? I had small suspicions that I liked L- that funny feeling, the warmth that coursed through me when he smiled- but that was all. From what I knew, there was no reason for me to be doing this. And yet, I was. So lost in thought, I did not notice when L opened his eyes.