Anthony rolls onto his back as I fit myself against his side, and uses his arm around my shoulders to pull me onto him. Sliding down a bit to accommodate for my longer frame, I lay my head down and use his chest as a pillow. He makes a happy little sound in the back of his throat that I tuck away into my heart to pull out on a rainy day. I adjust myself, trying to find a comfortable way to lay half on top of him. I’m not used to this level of affection, and I’m not certain what I’m supposed to do with my arms and legs.
