More Confusion

Spending almost the last hour on his lap felt like an eternity, forcing myself to smile and to appear normal while my thoughts were getting messier every second is not a feeling I'd recommend especially when my body loosened under his touch, his fingers on my thigh tracing circles over and over unconsciously drowned me to him.

Sometimes he let go of the mask, he is so dearly holding on to, to allow a laugh to fill the table, the way he'd try to include me in the conversation here and there, the way he kept me closer made me feel safe and I hated that feeling as much as I enjoyed it.

My in-laws seemed happy when we all decided to head back to our rooms and I felt more exhausted than ever, my body turned cold the second he let go and a big part of me wanted him but I decided to shut it down. You are just touch-deprived I reprimanded myself.