I fall asleep and wake up still wrapped up in him. We’ve quickly learned how to become a tangle of limbs within seconds of sliding under layers of blankets and sheets. Our legs twist over and around each other. One of his hands finds bare skin at my waist while the other wraps his fingers through my hair. I wrap one arm around his shoulders, the other around his waist and lightly run my fingertips over his back. I breathe him in, he kisses my temple and that’s how we stay.
Even when we move, or more often I move as I’m restless frequently, we push and pull the other closer. Always making sure we’re side by side with one hand touching the other.
After years of disinterest in being so close, and even more times of being pushed away before the utterance of a whining “It’s too hot,” I can’t help but want to revel in this. I wrap myself around him as close as possible, soaking up the body heat, smell of him, and memorizing how his hands bury themselves in my hair.
Even when I finally drag myself out of his bed, shower, and go off to start my day, I can smell him on my skin. And I can’t wait to slide into bed all over again.
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