Double sided

She left with goosebumps and tears perched at the corners of her eyes, and yet with the smallest of victorious smiles. She watched him dance upwards as she ran her thumb and pinky up his spine as one. His thin lips moved left with his smirk and bold eyes as he looked through her. The whispers of the comforter warmed them as his voice warmed her. He asked her the same silly question from the night before that she still had no answer to. He sang songs she only knew the beats to as they moved in those rhythms together. He grabbed her hand and she shivered with how it sprang through her veins. Pain, she realized there, was something she had not known as well as she thought.