บท 62: Luxor

He was sleeping, Ravi drove gently and parked under a tree. He looked over at the Captain who was sleeping peacefully. His face when he was sleeping was much softer, youthful. Those golden curls looked well-behaved as they rested on his forehead.

His fingers twitched. He wanted to touch it. Was it as soft as it looked?

He removed the seatbelt and moved a bit closer to Arlen. Those lashes were long and slightly curled at the end.

He reached out to touch them and they shivered, fluttering light.

Ravi knew what he was doing was crazy and if Arlen was to wake up at this moment he would be done for but it was his prefrontal cortex that was damaged or at least affected, his impulse control was severely lacking.

There was still some sound from Arlen, the faint sound of steady breathing that followed the rise and fall of his chest.

He reached out to touch his chest.

Thump! Thump!