Years of familiarity seemed false the movement things under the table failed to reflect the conversation above the table. A sudden touch of his feet on her legs froze her yet a accidental touch she ignored to moved her legs away but seemed the feet followed her legs till the food in every plate over the table was licked clean. With in that span of that hour her legs had given up the battle and rested by his side letting the butterflies take over her.
The butterflies in her tummy gave a piercing pain she couldn’t explain yet the mind was stuck with his actions. Was he trying to start an intense movement or was it an accidental touch?
The next day again when clock stuck one plates rested on the table as his feet seemed to rest beside her’s. The fear that had taken over her heart keeping her awake last night spoke out, looking under the table “Seems like there is no space for my feet to rest without crashing into yours!” She made it seem as jovial as it could but something made him reduced the action yet not to halt it.
He was her life yet, the lust in his eyes made the love in her heart question, “Is my consent not impotent before a move.” A friendship that had crossed the lines without a consent broke her heart even before being something.
-Lonely Heart
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