Your skin on my skin. The warmth. The smell of your aftershave. The steady pace of your heart beating. I could get used to this. This moment. This feeling. You.
We lay still as time continues to tick by. Bringing the hours of your departure closer with every breath.
"I could stay like this, with you, forever." Your voice barely above a whisper. "Well, isn't that the plan?" My remark sounding awfully playful for this intimate moment. Your laughter vibrates both our bodies, automatically bringing a smile to my face. My head feels heavy as I lift it from where it rested on your chest. I turn my head to face you, eyes locking. "Is that not your plan?" Slight anxiety creeping into my voice. Showing just how much I don't want to lose you.
The loving look in your eyes turns to a reassuring one, "don't worry, I'm not leaving" you say.
