We are one right now and my heart can’t take it. The feel of him. The smell of him. The warmth of him. Oof, it’s all so good. And then he has to go and make it worse by reaching behind him and taking my hips in his hands, adjusting me an inch to the left so that I’m more squarely lined up with him. “Hold still,” he says as if I would want to go anywhere but here right now. Good luck ever peeling me off you, buddy. I live here now.
