A smile danced carelessly across your lips, as I playfully bit mine.

The moonlight peeked through the closed window above your bed, casting shadows that projected a film on your bedroom walls.

We were tucked away underneath the comforter that sat heavy on your mattress, giggling about god knows what.

Our hands were friendly than we thought. Your arms were holding me close to your chest, my fingertips grazed your open palm, we clasped them together.

My head sat upon your shoulder, your lips pressed against my forehead. This would be the moment I fell for you.


T.h.