He leads me down the hall to some room. It’s some classy room which is sky blue in colour and has several paintings hanging on the wall.
There are some portraits too and one can’t miss the resemblance on the photos with Chuck. That is a mini Chuck. This must be his childhood room. The man I love spent his life here, in this room, doing God knows what.
“You okay?” He turns me to look at him and cups my face in his hands.
“Yeah. This room looks great.”
“I know.” He presses his lips on mine catching me unawares.
He stops and stares down at me, his eyes darkening with every gaze. I can’t take the intensity anymore so I look at his chest, swallowing heavily. I missed this. This feeling I have when he stares down at me. The same feeling I have when he kisses me; when he touches me; when he
