I woke to Louis' face beside me and his body touching me in places, but apart by millimetres at others.
It was a sight that I could definitely get used to waking every morning to.
He as awake, he had been for a bit before me - I'm guessing. He had his head propped up on his palm and was leaning against the pillow on his elbow.
It was silent for a moment when I woke. He said nothing, just looked at me and smiled his goofy smile as I stretched and wiped the sleep from my eyes.
"Good morning sleepy head," he teased and smiled again.
"Morning." I turned my head to look at my window for some indication of the time of day. "Have you been waiting for me for long?" I asked, hoping that I hadn't been a bad host and left him awkwardly for hours while I slept in another world.
"Who says I've been waiting for you?" He asked me, teasing me yet again. "I didn't have to wait around for you. I could have got up and left you, never to be seen again. Maybe I still will while I have the chance. "
"Right. It's okay, you still have time to escape my madness before it's too late." I joked, changing the joke to myself rather than Louis.
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to consider the extent of your madness and if that is something I should be exposed to." He replied, offering me a smile.
"Good. I wouldn't want you to be unhappy..." I stopped talking before I said something stupid. Something stupid like my feelings.
There was a pause, a silence, for a moment. "Well. I'm glad you didn't leave..." I trailed off, trying to think of something witty to say. It seems as if, almost overnight, we had slipped into this... routine of making fun of each other and joking all the time.
I love it. I'm just not really the sharpest or fastest tool in the shed like Louis is.
I came back with nothing and just resigned to silence.
"Me too..." Louis said softly.
I wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted to run my hand over his back and feel the muscles beneath it. And then over his broad shoulders down his toned arms. I wanted to feel his heart beat through his hand as I held it tight.
I wanted to do so many things with Louis. But I didn't want to scare him off.
I had made it this close him and I didn't want to do anything that would set me back now. We've only known each other a short time, but so much can happen in that time. And I feel like an age has passed in the week or so that we've known each other.
I closed my eyes for a second. I had been looking at Louis body, tracing the areas that I wanted to touch and my gaze constantly shifting to the dip at the base of his spine where it disappears beneath the bed sheet. I wondered what it looked like beneath the sheet. I should know since we have been naked in each other's company four times now. The first time, I only caught a gaze of the front. The second, was much the same. The third, I was drunk. And the fourth, last night, I was also drunk.
I opened my eyes, deciding a considerable amount of time had passed for my intense staring to be forgiven.
Louis was looking at me when I opened my eyes. Our eyes locked. While I was distracted in his eyes, like usual, his hand had made its way to my face and he placed his palm flat on my cheek.
His eyes shifted and started to roam my body. He looked at the folds and bumps in my skin. I pulled my eyes away from his to do the same.
I wanted - needed - to take in is body and all that is holds before we say goodbye again. It wouldn't be long. It never takes long to end.
I wanted to remember his moment and exactly how his body looked lying next to mine. Then, I could close my eyes and see him lying there beside me again. He would be within touching distance when we were worlds apart, and I might just be brave enough to reach out my hand when I close my eyes.