Curled up in bed together – our limbs wrapped around each other as our bodies pressed against each other – under the covers, staying warm. Neither of us were really sleeping. More like resting – as the cold that had kept us apart over the past few weeks had kept us from truly sleeping.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Listening to his breathing. Feeling his arms around me. Almost meditating instead of sleeping as we laid together. Occasionally, our hands would begin to wander – stroking each other, feeling our bodies, touching.
I was just drifting in and out when I felt his fingers on my nipple. I felt his hand drift over it – back and forth – making it erect from the contact. Then