We lay upon the bed and cuddled against each other close, letting the smirk build to a chuckle for us and feeling the sense of relief in Joe surround us like a warm, light, calm fog. Sometimes when you speak your mind that heavily it can fill a room up and you can either let it inside you or you can let it float away.
We decided, without saying anything further, to let it sink deep into us both.
I counted the hairs in the small shell pattern on Joe's left arm. He touched with his large, warm fingertips the array of small birth marks and freckles on my face and nose. Our feet entwined and I brought my head down lower to rest inside the small area between his chest and arm, which fit my head perfectly. Joe sighed, mentally exhausted, but a smile filled his face as he exhaled. I could feel it in his body, and saw it with my eyes as I looked up at him to smile back.
Posted by nft at October 8, 2004 07:01 AM