She was pressed so hard into my side when I woke up that it felt like she was trying to wear me like a blanket or use me as a body pillow. The gentle weight of her presence enveloped me, making it difficult to distinguish where I ended and she began. In that quiet moment, the closeness felt both comforting and profound.
My mind drifted back to the previous night. Her soft cries echoed like whispers in moonlight, and my even softer promises of eternal love had filled the air between us, however thin that space was. Those whispered words hung between us, forming an unspoken bond. As our emotions settled, a collective, calming serenity seemed to fall over us, wrapping us in peace once we finally stopped to rest.
Making love to her wasn’t just an experience. It was learning to breathe, move,
