Cuddly

She closed her eyes and inhaled. The smell of him. His perfume. She had sprayed some on before she left for work in the morning, dressed in his jersey. Oversized comfort. Good thing she doesn't work in the city.

They hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Stayed up chit-chatting after getting back from a very pleasant evening of dinner and drinks with a colleague. She massaged his sore muscles with lavender oil as they talked, way past their bedtime.

He was opening up and she learnt stuff about him she never knew. Trival misunderstandings cleared.

He held her as they drifted off, individually, into lala land. She listened as his breathing grew deeper. The last thing she remembered thinking was of feeling safe and wishing she didn't have to move, ever.