That feeling of being held so tightly is addicting.
In that moment, with my back closely pressed on against chest, my mind always at rest. I love how you always lay one arm across my stomach and the other inter-folds with mine. It’s a kind of safety I only ever feel in those moments and I can switch the rest of the world off. When no words are ever spoken but so much is said just in the simple act of running our fingers together.
Then at the point I always turn to face you, chest to chest, and my arms wrap around you. My fingers clutch little bunches of your shirt, like if I let go at all this whole moment will slip out of my grasp. But at the same time I worry by holding you so close to my body, you will think I’m looking for more than I am.
I love how my head fits just into the crick of your neck against your chest. When I take a breath I can smell the soap on your skin and detergent in your clothes. It smells just like it should.
You are a single serving of calm, and that feeling of calm is addicting.