i held my knees to my chest, pressing my lips against them. he stood in the window, looking out, down. the sun illuminated his outline, reflected off his hair, still wet from the shower. i watched the water drip, slide down his back, gather in the curve above his ass for a moment before continuing its journey.
he turned slightly, feet still planted, the twist accentuating the muscles of his hips, smiled at me; dimples deep, teeth white. he held his hand out to me.
i climbed off of the bed, foot tangled in the sheets and fell into him. he laughed, caught me, held me, squeezed me tightly, lifted me off of the floor. i exhaled deeply, head against his chest.