— Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo via @letsbelonelytogetherr
Loving plainly
Louder than the hum of the AC, the silence in the office was deafening.
2.00 A.M.
Puffing out white smoke, Shikamaru flipped through another folder of documents to analyze for the big meeting.
It felt endless.
After grueling hours of meticulous scrutiny and deliberation, he craved for tranquillity.
His mind eased away to the drifting clouds in the azure sky. Then, a hand – her hand, rough but gentle, resting on his forehead.
So serene. So simple. So plain.
If he’s at home now, he’d be in bed spooning her to sleep.
Love does not have to be grandiose. It is the plain, almost unnoticable force that anchors in a steadfast, infinite embrace.
Head heavy, shoulders sore, eyes burning. Lethargic and sleepy, his mind reached home way before his body did.
Screw it.
Grabbing his jacket and locking his room, he decided that paperwork and strategy can wait. Something else was more important.
His steps hastened. He could already feel the shuffle on the cotton bedsheet and her soft skin in his fingers and lips. The scent of honey that lingered in her hair. Her dozy eyes when she turned to search his. A warm exhale, her hazy smile, and the quiet yearning kiss that followed.
Temari.
