Vedant
I wake with a stiff neck to my phone buzzing.
It takes a moment for my surroundings to clarify. I’m lying back on a chair with a throw pillow behind my head. The morning light is streaming through the cracks in the blinds.
And Chiara is across the room, lying in the bed we were meant to be sharing.
She looks so peaceful in her sleep, utterly at ease. For a moment, I’m distracted, just watching her breathe, thinking of the hasty kiss we shared just hours before. Her soft lips on my lips. The taste of her lingering afterwards.
I shouldn’t have. Not like that. Not when she was drunk. Not when everything between us is already a tangle of things we never put words to.
My phone buzzes again, mercifully cutting through my thoughts.
It’s a text from Alex. Got the update, it says
