ZURICH
I fûcked up again.
But there was not an ounce of regret to be found within myself for it.
It has been only four hours since I fell asleep with her in my arms. And I woke up feeling relaxed for the first time in years even though I didn’t get much sleep. Her soft weight felt like it always belonged there, her hand was on the side of neck, her face buried in my chest and one leg was thrown over my waist. She was sleeping soundly, so deeply, that she didn’t even budge when I gripped her chin and tilted her face up to look at her sleeping face. She looked beautiful and nefarious thoughts started to crowd my mind at her close proximity.
Her face was bare of makeup, but she was going to leave for somewhere, looking so innocent like a sacrificial lamb. The blanket trapped beneath her,
