The drive to work was silent but it was not tense and awkward as it used to be. No. This drive was filled with a comfortable silence.This morning, i woke up with my hand still in Karl's. Through out the night, i was fast asleep but the warmth of Karl's large hand never left me.When Karl's alarm had went off, he'd reached with his left hand to shit it off while still holding my hand with his right. And for a couple more minutes, we'd just lay there, holding hands without saying a word.When the silence was getting unbearable and Karl kept quite, i had to break it by asking him how his night was. Turning his head to the side, Karl had watched me for a couple of seconds before he confirmed that his night was blissful. His words, not mine.Instead of letting my hand go and start his day, Karl had taken a moment to ask me how my night was. I was honest by telling him that it was the best sleep I've had since moving here.Maybe I'm wrong, but i might have seen guilt in his eyes after i an
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