When I opened my eyes, he lay beside on the mattress. The bead of sweat on his shoulder called to me and why the heck not? I licked his skin. Salt and warmth and love. That’s what he tasted like. “Did you just lick me?” he asked, cracking open one eyelid. “Yeah.” He laughed. “You’re wild.” “No. We’re wild.” All the love I’d ever need was in his gaze. “And thank fuck for that.”
