Their surroundings were eerily quiet. Theron kept tossing around while Kim stood guard, unable to sleep. Valery had been gone for too long, and there was this heaviness in the air that no one could explain.
"What do we do?" Theron asked, staring at the man above him.
Kim could tell he was worried; he looked tired, his eyes carried dark spots, and his once glowing face now looked sallow.
"Get some sleep," Kim whispered, running his hand inside Theron's hair.
Theron sighed but did not give in. Rather, he leaned in closer and pulled him down. Theron did not fight it. He squatted down to his level, watching Theron's hungry gaze settle on his chapped lips.
"Come here," Theron ordered, and without delay, Kim bent even further. Theron's lips slowly brushed over his; their heavy breaths lingered on each other, and their fingers entangled.
"We wait," Kim whispered, and Theron nodded. But they stayed in the arms of each other, neither willing to let go.
