THIRTY ONE | AN IDEA

Milian pulled me back into a comforting embrace. I wiped my tears against his shoulder and realized that he was still dressed. He told me once he didn't like sleeping with his shirt on. Not wanting him to leave me, I started unbuttoning his shirt.

He caught my wrists and cupped my face. Was he laughing at me?

"What are you doing, Sera? Who undresses someone while crying like that?"

My stupid tears