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Soft touches
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The warmth from another and the sunlight on your skin bring you back to the living, the sheets underneath you are soft and comfortable.
The scent of raspberries reminds you that you’re not alone, that you are safe.
That you are home.
You hear soft breathing from beside you, the rustling of sheets and you pretend to still be asleep, trying to fight off a smile. You don’t want to get up and face the day, the sun is bright and warmth surrounds you.
The weight of slumber teases you as silence spreads, so close and so very tempting and you’re at the edge when you feel the bed shift some more and soft sheets being moved before you feel the breath of another fan over your face and you fight the urge to just lean that much closer.
She’s so warm, and real.
“Wake up,”
A barely audible whisper hangs in the air, you can almost taste the first words spoken in the morning.
You lift your chin to see if you can touch her soft lips, feel her warmth but you are met with nothing but the smell of her shampoo and a soft chuckle.
A featherlight touch traces up your arm before drawing circles on your shoulder as goosebumps follow the trail and a soft sigh leaves your lips from the gentle touch.
“Wake up.” The teasing tone lacing her words almost makes you smile but you just lean more into the plush pillow beneath your head and relish in the comfort of being where you are.
The comfortable silence is lulling you back to sleep and you would so easily submerge to the feeling but she’s keeping you at the edge with ease.
Fingers graze over your jaw and you do smile as the touch sends a shiver down your spine and you lean into her affection for you.
You blindly reach a hand out to explore the smoothness of her skin, fingers grazing over her curves and scars that tell you how strong she really is.
“Open your eyes.”
You don’t want to, being blind in these moments make them last longer. The feeling of her next to you, the sound of her breathing, the warmth from her body. Every second that goes by and she’s here with you, it’s intoxicating.
Your wandering fingers stall at the scar near her hip, the one she refuses to explain. The pad of your thumb runs over the raised scar slowly as if to memorize it, to understand why.
Her fingers gently grasp your wrist and bring your hand up from its journey, her lips leave a ghost of a trail over your knuckles before she kisses the back of your hand.
“Open your eyes, love.”
You do because she sounds so close and all you want to do is kiss her,. You’re met with a soft smile and unguarded eyes watching you. A smile tugs at your lips because she’s here and she’s real, and she’s not going anywhere.
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