"That was-" I breath out.
"f*****g amazing," Dawson finishes my statement, squeezing my waist. His arms wrap around me snuggly which causes me to reflexively nuzzle the top of my head under his chin into the crook of his neck - letting his scent and the scorching heat from his body envelope me as it invades each and every one of my senses.
As we lie here, our skin sticks to one another – glued by the sweet, shimmering beads of sweat wedged between us. Our bodies are so intricately intertwined that I can't even begin to tell where his begins and mine ends. Dawson's fingers are idly tracing patterns along the length of my back, peppering my skin with goosebumps. My head is settled on his chest - listening to the air flow through his lungs, unconsciously matching my breaths to its rhythm.
