When Tanya finished her story, there was no place left for a comment to be make by me, so, naturally, I just tilted my head inside closer to her chin, eyes down at her throat and collarbones aimlessly.
"Where is Jimmy now?" I asked her.
"Probably among Tibetan monks, last mail he wrote me was 3 months ago."
Invisible and thin silence filled the room as her breath brushed against my forehead, her warmth contrast well to the air-conditioned chill.
I didn't know how long we'd been lying there, wrapped together, but my body had already surrendered to the comfort, I would absolutely agree to be here until I die of malnourishment… If it was me a few months ago where I have no friends and no roof over my head with three free meals a day.
Tanya's hand trailed softly and carefreely through my hair, tracing in a circular pattern that eased all the tensions in my muscle even further.
I hated how much my body melted under that kind of attention.
