The afternoon began with the two of us entering my old university library. We walked hand in hand, without a word, though I distinctly remember catching your eye and smiling at you, squeezing your hand as I did so. I was dressed in dark dress shoes, black suit pants and a black collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, my tattoos contrasting with my professional demeanour. You were wearing a grey cardigan, buttoned up, over a wh...

They spent the long drive home largely in silence. She rested her hand on his thigh, occasionally squeezing gently, imploring him to look over at her. Instead, he kept his calm green eyes fixated on the road, his expression unchanging. She wanted to plead with him, kiss his chin and cheek and apologize profusely until he took her in her arms and hugged her close. She knew this was not an option, however. All she could do...

I awoke to the sound of her mumbling in her sleep. I lay still, eyes adjusting to the bright morning, and enjoyed the warmth of her still-naked body next to mine. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft sound of her breathing, it was almost enough to soothe me back to sleep. I considered waking her, pulling her into my arms and holding her against me, but she looked too peaceful, too serene. Instead, I opted to le...

The smell of singed toast filled the air, the crackling of sizzling bacon breaking the silence of the peaceful Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating his figure, clad in just his boxers, bouncing on the balls of his heels at the stove. He squinted in the bright light of the morning, smiling to himself as he remembered the events of the night before. A goddess sleeps in my bed , he thoug...