The Game of Love

The Game of Love Chapter 32

Leon:

 

I held her warmth with my arm that wrapped around her body. The feel of her body next to mine, sleeping next to me, is an exuberant sensation that’s bursting inside me. Her face was pressed against my chest, her arm wrapped around me, and I could feel our legs intertwined underneath the covers. The steady rhythm of her breathing rang in my ears as I simply lied there in bed, wide awake.

Sarah snuggled closer to me, my arm instinctively tightening my grip on her. I wanted to go back to sleep with her still in my arms. I don’t want to slip out of bed. I just want to remain here. Time was standing still for me, wanting this to last forever. I didn’t bother to crane my neck to see the time—I wanted to remain still in this position. She’s still fast asleep in my arms, and I want to wait until she’d wake up herself.

Instead, I stroked her blonde, tousled hair; I even brushed my fingers over her warm skin. In this morning, with her nestled in my arms under the covers of her bed, I wanted her so badly. I continued to rub my hand over her arm and waist, tuck a tendril of her hair behind her ear, and caress her skin and hair. I even allowed the tips of my fingers to linger on her lips.

By that time, I felt her stir, possibly waking up. Her eyes fluttered open, her sky blue eyes shifting up to meet my gaze. At the sight of me, she smiled warmly, and I planted a soft kiss on her lips—a gentle graze. “Good morning,” I greeted in a low voice.

“Morning,” she replied, burying her face into my chest again. Her voice muffled, she asked, “What time is it?”

I shrugged. “Beats me,” I answered. “Let’s just stay like this a little longer.”

“Can’t argue with that…” I gave a low chuckle at her remark.

Sarah looked up at me again, examining my bruised face. “You look better,” she stated.

“I feel better,” I added on. She smiled before hiding her face into my chest.

We remained like this for another ten minutes or so until she wriggled out of my arms, sliding off the bed. “I’ll be right back,” she mumbled before groggily sauntering down the hall to the bathroom.

Bringing my arms behind my head, staring at the white of the ceiling, I couldn’t help but reminisce over how close of a call we were last night—that was too close. I was getting carried away at the time, overwhelmed with the desire of wanting her all to myself. Still, it would ruin my chasteness. I wasn’t going to give away my virginity before marriage—and I wasn’t going to take away Sarah’s…even though I so want to. Besides, we don’t even know if I’m the right person she should give it up to anyway. We just couldn’t do it yet. We’re old school.

Throughout most of the morning, we got ready for church, attended Mass, and here we are, back at the house. Once we’re back in Sarah’s room, she asks, “When do you think I can see your apartment?”

“Some other time,” I answered. “I’m not so certain if I should show you yet. I’ve still got to add a few personal touches to it.”

She peered over my shoulder to the room across. Turning her attention back to me, she added, “You should probably get your stuff.”

“You want me to leave already?” I asked teasingly.

“It’s not that. Just put it in your car so that you won’t forget when you get to your apartment.”

“I won’t forget,” I assured her, but she only raised a brow in response. I sighed, “Fine,” as I headed across the hall, out the house, into my car to throw my stuff in, and back inside the house.