There was an immediate want to press my face harder to his chest as I only heard faintly the beating of his heart. I weirdly want to hear the beating of his heart if it syncs to mine, it pounded fast that I will be out of breath if I run with it.
I wish I could stay on, but I was snapped out back to the reality. I want to pinch myself from the initial thought. How can I think of that when half of me want to run away from him?
"Let me go." I softly said because I honestly don't think I am ready to depart my head from his comfortable chest.
Something I will not dare to admit from him because it contradicts from what I really want.
He just chuckled.
"Sweetheart, we are standing for a minute or two already, I even thought you were sleeping." He said and I instantly investigated his face,
