This crazy love is all I have. It's at the point where we can both comfortably be with each other. Just sleep with each other. Where we can kiss and hold each other and feel like all is well in the world.
When he hold me real tight and sighs into my neck, my knees buckle, and I squeeze him harder.
We lie under the covers, and I bury my face into the space between his neck and shoulders, and I can feel his lips twitch as he smiles. There's no particular reason why he smiles. He just does.
And then I stick my hand down his underwear and grab his butt, and he flinches, because my hands are usually very cold.
I still grab his ass anyway.
