你和我的时光(9)
Flu is seriously contagious. I caught a bad cold because of him; then I was able to feel what he felt. I loved to hear “poor things” from him late in the night, even though that meant neither of us slept well. I enjoyed the moment when he held me tight and caressed me with his long, artistic fingers. He kept doing that as if the warmth of his palm could relieve my discomfort.
The inner jogger is revitalizing, I said to myself this afternoon.
有话对鸟说