Daniel and I cuddle on the couch in the living room, watching a romantic comedy.
I nuzzle my head into his neck, pressing my body up against his chest. I smile and breathe calmly as I stare at the television screen.
Daniel runs his hand along my arm, gently, caressing me. He smells my hair and sighs, contently. He starts laughing at the scene on the screen. “That guy wasn’t even paying attention,” he says through his laughter.
“I’m not sure it could be helped. The dog was dragging him along,” I tell him, turning my attention to his face. I didn’t care for the movie. I just wanted to be here with him in this moment. Feeling his arms around me, his body against mine, and the smell of his essence. I love it all.
“I guess you’re right. It’s hilarious though,” he tells me, still watching th
