Firming my grip on his hand, I stand and pull him to his feet. He’s still laughing when I tug him into a hug. I have to let go of his hand in order to hold him properly, but it’s worth it when he wraps his arms around my middle. His cheek is against my chest and his hands are on my back, warm even through the fabric of my shirt. I slide my own hand up his spine until I can feel the strands of his hair teasing my fingertips. The back of his neck is so fucking soft, I want to put my lips there.
