Wonderkind

He would feel her fingers rubbing his head gently, and she spoke quietly, as if she were dreaming.

“Why do you always pull away when we’re both awake?” she asked softly. “Don’t you know that I love being held?”

 

She laughed a little. She stirred a little, but she still sounded asleep.

“Of course,” she murmured. “Always.”

 

Her fingers still moved through his hair gently and she rested her temple against his.

“I don’t think I’m awake yet,” she said with a small laugh.

 

Her eyes fluttered open and she pulled away a little, her gaze intense despite her sleepiness.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

 

She watched him for a moment before closing her eyes.

“But you don’t like it.”

 

She laughed a little, burying her face in his neck.

“Okay is different than wanted.”

 

She murmured softly.

“I’m not going to remember this when I wake up,” she said quietly. “Do you like touching me?”

 

She was quiet for a moment.

“Why don’t you do it when we’re awake?”

 

There was a silence and he would feel her fingers brushing his chest.

“Would you qualify us as friends?” she said finally. “Is that all we are?”

 

Her hand slipped up to rest on his jaw.

“That question that you didn’t want to answer. If I asked you, what would you say?”