Even when we weren’t f*****g, I just liked being near her. I craved her. The soft touch of her hand in mine. Her sweet scent filling my lungs making my head swim with need for her. The way she would stroke her fingers over my face, tracing my brow with a delicate touch. How her body felt pinned beneath mine.
She felt so right.
I turned off the lights before climbing in between the sheets so that I was lying on my side, facing her. Her hair had fallen into her face. I reached out, pushing her hair out of her face and over her shoulder. My fingers skimmed down her arm and I marveled at how soft her skin was.
How even in her sleep, I felt those sparks. Could she feel them too in her sleep?
I hoped she could. I wanted her to always be able to feel me, to know that she was mine and I was he
