The Future is Here

Anne

I felt him move up, stopping directly over my face. I thought he would pull the pillow away, so I tightened my hold on it, but he made no move to do that.

Weirdly, his hands were still where I last felt them, and I wasn’t seeing his expression cause of the pillow over my head.

A few moments later, I felt his hand slip out of my shorts. I was worried. I decided to remove the pillow, but he beat me to it. He pulled it over and stared at my face. He wasn’t smiling, neither was he angry. He had an unreadable expression on his face that, somehow, retained the intensity in his eyes.

“Are you disappointed?” I asked, roaming my eyes around his face to decipher, even if was the tiniest thought.

He was going to answer, but footsteps outside my door sent us flying apart. He flung himself off the bed, while I adjusted my shorts and shirt, then sat up on the bed, waiting for the knock that never came.

The footsteps went downstairs and walked around the kitchen area for a while. It was ac