You Are Not What You Pretend To Be
Minutes turned into hours, and Corbin found himself wrapped in Sylvia's arms on her bed. Both of their lips were swollen with tingles dancing on them and at the end of their spines as they lay in the bed, listening silently to each others' heartbeats.
Corbin didn't want to delve into the discussion of right and wrong again. He was happy where he stood with Sylvia with no complaints... yet. But from here, he could see himself walking ahead by holding her hand.
The only question was... if she would allow him!
Corbin didn't want to rush things. He wanted to be careful of his every step, or he would end up hurting her or himself or maybe both of them.
Sylvia, on the other hand, didn't feel any different than Corbin. He ran his fingers through her silky dark hair, loving their softness.
"You have beautiful hair!"
Sylvia smiled. "Not as attractive as yours though."