His hand always rested on me. There always seemed to be some sort of excuse for him to be touching me in some sort of way.
When we were out in public, his hand was always entwined with mine as we got out of the limo to step out into the world of flashing lights and glamorous rockstars that knew no boundaries. The soft caresses of his thumb against my skin was a gentle reminder that what we had gave us a break from all that craziness.
When we were backstage after a performance or a tedious concert, his hand always crept to rest on my waist. In an oh-so-delicate way, he'd brush the skin there, flashing me that absolutely dazzling smile as he did, while scantily clad women threw themselves at him left and right; it was a reminder of his self control which I so admired.
When we were in the warmth of our home, it never mattered where or how, but we always had to be wrapped around each other.
Be it surprising each other with the softest hugs as we cooked our favorite dishes, rubbing the curve of my aching back as we showered together under the steamy water, throwing an arm over my shoulder as we watched a new TV drama that didn't even interest us in the slightest, playing with his hair in my lap as he rested after coming home from a particularly long tour I couldn't join him in, or just simply curling our legs together as we slept in a jumble of covers and half-asleep smiles, we were never not leaving our touch on each other.
"Rog," I half-mumbled, still not quite awake as I rubbed my eyes, and suppressed a yawn, "Why's your hand on my cheek?"
"Dunno, I just thought you're too pretty to just stare at without touching you to check if you're real," he shrugged, with an earnest look in those beautiful baby blue eyes that so resembled a calm ocean.
"You charmer," I laughed, pulling myself close enough to nestle my head in his neck, "You absolute charmer."
"Only for you, my love," he softly laughed, as his hand fell down, only to wrap around me in an endearing embrace as we succumbed to sleep for the second time in each other's arms.
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