Each night I build our nest anew. Pillows plumped, duvet shook, bedside water fresh. Peeping out, I watch as you brush your teeth—nude.
Now we snuggle. Tonight I’m Little Spoon. I nestle my bottom in the curve of your body. The extra blanket was a good idea.
You are nuzzling now and nibbling the scruff of my neck. My bum wriggles my response as your hand slides down to cup my sex. And now I am all possessed and protected. Safe and warm. And smiling.
Your sigh is a signal, then your final whisper, “I love you so fucking much.”
