He has gentle, but strong touch.
I like when he touches me.
Not sexually. Just physically.
Those soft, everyday, casual touches. Those are my favorite.
He is careful with me. Strong, but not harsh. Eager, but aware. He knows his limits.
Like when he laces his fingers up perfectly with mine when we walk together.
Wrapping his arms around my waist when we embrace.
Absentmindedly twisting my auburn hair around his fingers. Or me running my hands through his, ruffling it.
Resting his hand on my knee when we are seated together. Then me putting mine on top.
When we are sitting on the couch together and I'm leaning on his side or fitting perfectly between his legs, my back on his chest.
Or even coming up behind him and putting my arms around his stomach and him immediately putting his hands on top of mine.
Everywhere we touch it leaves a burning feeling.
Lingering, like a phantom.
These mean the most to me.
He is so cautious with me. So caring.
He makes me feel so special.
He just makes me feel things.
Good things.
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The Two of Us
Разное"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most space in your heart." -Pooh
