One more before I get back into bed.
We've started this habit of looking at each other and then saying, "What?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yeah. Nothing."
Though, sometimes the truth comes out.
. . .
I was afraid to fall asleep last night. I didn't want to miss any minutes of any thing.
. . .
I didn't know how hard it would be sometimes when he knows, exactly the right moment for hands to slip into hair.
Just.
God.
I haven't told him he moves me like music.
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