He’s doing that again.
Speaking with his mouth shut… with his eyes, his beautiful dark-blue eyes, and his lips.
Sometimes a slow sly smile creeps around the corner of his mouth, sometimes he slightly pouts, or frown, for half second only, but obvious enough for her to find out.
The first time they met she fell asleep in his arms. He held her cautiously, like holding a baby, as if he would break her once he moved. He touched her left ear, gently, and her hair, which smelled like vanilla ice cream. How can anyone smell like that? He wondered.
When she woke up he’s gone, but his touch on the ear lasted. Yet for how long? Perhaps only for a few seconds, or maybe, this time
it’ll last forever.