Five Sentence Fiction: Yearning

We lay, our bodies barely touching, the sheet draped across our stomachs as the pale moon peeked nervously through the curtains. My eyes roved, taking in the contours of his upper body lit by silvery rays. I could almost see his heart beating beneath his skin and I licked my lips. My hand moved slowly, gently, and my fingers lightly stroked the dark, wiry hair covering his chest. My head swam with longing and my body was awake with desire…then…he snored…

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