The actual face behind the mask.

It was a long night, indeed. Sam and I quarreled. We made up. Then we made love. 

But the night hadn't ended yet. I moved and rested the side of my head on his chest.

"You're not tired?" He asked, caressing my spine with the tip of his fingers.

I shuddered slightly, but ignored it. "No. You forced me to sleep hours before my bedtime."

Again, silence ensued. Not the suffocating kind of silence. The serene silence.

"What are you thinking?" I asked under my breath, looking up at him.

Sam pressed his lips together, smacking his lips. "You."

"What about me?" I blinked, curious. Using my elbow to assist me up to look at him in a better position.

Slowly, Sam moved his gaze towards me. His hand tucked the stray hair behind my ear.

"That I love you more than I loved you one second ago. That I love you more every passing second, it's dangerous."