The tickling heat of his breath lingers on her neck for longer than she would have liked.
She’s not used to that sensation anymore, to the feeling of being hugged by muscular arms, pressed against a flat chest. She’s not used to the Spanish words murmured in a baritone, gruff inflection. The once familiar sensation of his stubble tickling her cheek is almost unpleasant now, and Costia can’t prevent a grimace of discomfort from clouding her face for a moment.
They loosen the hug and she looks at Gabriel, peeking at his short, ink-black hair and his pointed facial features, so well-acquainted and so anonymous at the same time. She tries to recall the last time they saw each other, she tries to recall her feelings, her gestures. But the truth …show more content…
Her thumb keeps clicking the ball of her pen “Can you stop?” Lexa nods her chin towards Costia’s unstoppable hand. “It’s driving me insane.”
Costia abruptly halts her movement, her lips parting in realization and she offers Lexa a weak smile “Sorry… I was lost in my thoughts,” she whispers, her eyes checking in a rapid glare if the librarian has heard them talking, but the young woman is absently looking at her pc monitor. Their favorite small library is way more populated than usual, colorful groups of students fill the tempered glass tables, studying in silence or exchanging brief opinions in almost soundless whispers. There’s a vibrant atmosphere of disquietude in the squared room, elicited by the rapid approach of finals. It bounces from one student to another, reflected by fazed eyes focused on open textbooks and trembling fingers skimming on keyboards.
“I noticed, is everything ok?”
Costia’s eyes linger for a long moment on Lexa’s and green irises worriedly reflect in a opaque dust storm. “It’s just that Gabriel, my boyfriend arrived this morning.”
“Oh, and where is he?”
A wave of her hand, pointing at nothing. “He’s sleeping in my room, I had to study and he was tired after the
She’s not used to that sensation anymore, to the feeling of being hugged by muscular arms, pressed against a flat chest. She’s not used to the Spanish words murmured in a baritone, gruff inflection. The once familiar sensation of his stubble tickling her cheek is almost unpleasant now, and Costia can’t prevent a grimace of discomfort from clouding her face for a moment.
They loosen the hug and she looks at Gabriel, peeking at his short, ink-black hair and his pointed facial features, so well-acquainted and so anonymous at the same time. She tries to recall the last time they saw each other, she tries to recall her feelings, her gestures. But the truth …show more content…
Her thumb keeps clicking the ball of her pen “Can you stop?” Lexa nods her chin towards Costia’s unstoppable hand. “It’s driving me insane.”
Costia abruptly halts her movement, her lips parting in realization and she offers Lexa a weak smile “Sorry… I was lost in my thoughts,” she whispers, her eyes checking in a rapid glare if the librarian has heard them talking, but the young woman is absently looking at her pc monitor. Their favorite small library is way more populated than usual, colorful groups of students fill the tempered glass tables, studying in silence or exchanging brief opinions in almost soundless whispers. There’s a vibrant atmosphere of disquietude in the squared room, elicited by the rapid approach of finals. It bounces from one student to another, reflected by fazed eyes focused on open textbooks and trembling fingers skimming on keyboards.
“I noticed, is everything ok?”
Costia’s eyes linger for a long moment on Lexa’s and green irises worriedly reflect in a opaque dust storm. “It’s just that Gabriel, my boyfriend arrived this morning.”
“Oh, and where is he?”
A wave of her hand, pointing at nothing. “He’s sleeping in my room, I had to study and he was tired after the