A playful smile speaks more than my words, “Close the window, and then, we’ll make a deal.”
He opens his eyes just a bit, and I am glad to see his honey gaze. We share a smile, a moment that lingers on the frosty air. He then squeezes his eyes closed, pretending not to hear a word I say. Instead, he pulls me closer and his arms wrap around my waist. I press my ear tightly against his worn t-shirt smelling of spices and laundry detergent. Still shivering, I ball up my fists, dig my chin into his ribs and rub my foot up and down his leg, trying to create some friction. Then, I notice that the smallest flakes of frozen rain are pouring into the window, dancing with the copper curtains.
“Uhhh, I think it might be snowing in here, sir.” I jab him in his stomach
He breathes a sigh of defeat and places his palm on the bed. Slowly, he unfolds his body into an upright position. For a moment he watches the crystals float into the bedroom through blurry eyes still covered with the haze of sleep. After he crosses the room, he catches a flurry in his hand and returns to smear it against my cheek. I gasp and my skin contract, as my body shies away deep into the comforter. He crosses again and presses his strength against the window and it closes shut. He slips under the purple-sheets once more. Almost instantly, I hear his breath rise and fall. Jealously turning and tossing, I simple cannot get comfortable. I rotate from staring at the blotchy ceiling to the back of his pepper hair.
When even the voices on the street are muted, I suddenly swing my toes down on the old wooden floors and sneakily glide to the window. I place my palms on the glass, and push upward, just slightly. It is better this way. Laughter resounds and makes me jump. He grabs my hand and pulls me to the bed, giving me a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re impossible, do you know that?” He says lovingly.
I send him that a coy smile and breathe in a deep sigh. Finally I am able to dream.