A Thunderstorm Without Rain

While my arms lay above my head pressed into the silk sheets softly, he grabbed my hands and laced his fingers through mine. The air was warm and humid but my body shuddered.

He released my left hand and slowly traced his fingers along my corresponding arm until he reached my face. He made one slow pass with his fingers through my hair and returned his hand to under my chin, lifting it slightly. Our eyes met only briefly before thunder clapped, sending a crashing boom through the room, waking me from my slumber.

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