"Hmmm."
I opened my eyes, feeling a heavy weight pressing down on my chest again.
Turning my head, I noticed Clark peacefully resting with his eyes closed, his head nestled on my arm. To my surprise, his hand was not just resting on my chest; it was tucked inside my clothes as if he had found something interesting there.
I shook my head in disbelief. As I tried to gently shift his hand out from under my clothing, he instead moved his palm to caress my chest softly, even though there was nothing to touch.
"Hmmm, what time is it?" he asked, lifting his face to look at me. "Good morning, Angelo." After exchanging those greetings, he leaned in closer and kissed me.
"Clark!"
My eyes widened in shock; it seemed so natural for him to act this way.
Memories flooded back of how he had been b
