The way your hand laid along my neck and shoulder
Your fingers finding the edge along my hip bone
My temples and hair being caressed so lightly
Such care, in non sexual moments
Something I’m not sure I’ve felt much
And I almost didn’t know how to accept
“Soooo like, you’re caressing my hair like that…
But you’re not kissing me. What does that mean?”
A light chuckle, “it means I feel like being affectionate with you, that I like the feel of your hair in my fingertips and the way your breathing calms when you feel safe”
“But then what? What if I fall asleep?”
“Then rest, fall asleep, close your eyes baby.”
“Won’t you get upset with me?”
A serious face this time, “for resting? Never. In fact I’m quite tired too. I just find touching your skin and hair relaxing as I get ready to fall asleep”
Deep breath, feeling shoulders relax. A kiss planted on my forehead with a “goodnight”
This is different.
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