I separated myself from her (with difficulty) and scooted across the room. The silly atmosphere had suddenly disappeared, that even the high levels of caffein and sucrose that were coursing through my veins couldn’t combat. I looked up at her, worried at what expression I would find on her face.
It was thoughtful. She was fiddling with a tassel of the curtain. My lips still felt oddly warm from where I’d pressed them against her neck. She met my gaze and I wondered what she was thinking.
Slowly, she scooted over next to me, laying her head on my chest. I smiled, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close.
Exhilaration hit me like an atom bomb, but I checked it, content to hold her quietly in my arms.
Eventually, though, the sugar couldn’t stand it and I had to move. I began stroking her beautiful black hair. She made a small sound, snuggling closer to me. I kissed the top of her head, wondering how long it had been since I had felt this happy.
If I ever had felt this happy.