one arm firm under my ass.
The other slides down,
finds my ankle,
pulls off my wet sock.
Then he holds my bare foot in his palm,
warming it,
hot skin on cold skin,
his thumb tracing the curve of my arch.
Then the next foot.
His eyes catch mine,
burning through me as he slides the sock off,
heat in his palm chasing the cold.
He exhales through his nose,
chest falling steady again.
He tucks both feet under the back of his shirt,
where his skin is warm,
wrapping me up in his arms again.
He presses his head to mine, shutting his eyes.
His heart crashes into me
like it’s the only place it knows to go.
I grab his jaw,
and his skin’s hot under my palm,
muscles tense and holding too much inside.
My thumb grazes the corner of his mouth,
and his eyes flutter shut.
His nose nudges mine,
warm breath spilling across my lips.
And for one second, the world tilts forward.
I can’t tell if I’m floating or falling.
Mouths half-open.
