She smiles at me and it feels as though every cell in my body has turned into a microscopic butterfly. Every fiber of me comes alive and vibrates in the most incredible way. The sensation is one of the most addictive that I have ever encountered.
And that is it.
I am addicted to it...to her.
There she is again, wearing that smile...and nothing else.
We are side by side on my bed as she drifts in and out of a euphoric sleep. She is exhausted, but blissfully so.
I haven't slept. I'm too content to lay here with her attached to my side. I simply watch her. I take the time to think about the origins of any change in her resting facial features and I enjoy the pleasant hum of my own sated body.
Her eyes are open again. Once more, she takes the opportunity to lazily run her hand from my temple, past my ear, along my jaw, down my neck, to eventually come to rest over my heart. A pattern that she repeats every time she gains any semblance of consciousness.
It's a promise that she is making to me; a silent 'rain check'. She is too tired to continue right this minute, but she wants me. By the sparkle in her heavily lidded eyes, she wants me badly.
I give her a smile of my own. It's a promise to her. I will absolutely be cashing that check in as soon as she can move more than just her arms.
She sighs and her eyes close once more. I let the tips of my fingers trail from her shoulder to her elbow. It is a feather soft touch to let her know that I am here...to reassure myself that she is.
This is something I would have never thought I could have. It's not something I even thought really existed.
Life just doesn't work this way.
And yet here I am. I am completely bare. The walls I took so many years to construct, the ones I guarded so cautiously, have been leveled.
She demolished them without even acknowledging there existence.
I love her.
I know, without a doubt, that she loves me.
She is mine and I am hers and life works this way.
Her eyes open.
There's that smile again.