His hand found mine… fingers lacing, his thumb slow against my palm.

My breath steadied the way it always does when he presses into my skin.

He’s beautiful. He’s wonderful. And no matter how many times I try to tell him in words, it never feels like enough

Him:

I could feel her slipping… thoughts racing, attention scattered. I reached for her hand, trying to anchor her, to pull her back to center.

Her breath evened beneath my thumb. She smiled, and my breath caught hard.

She’s gorgeous. She’s kind. And no matter how many times I try to tell her in words, it never feels like enough.

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