Fingers and toes splayed against the sheets as the warmth of his body envelops you like a summer breeze. Your eyes smile behind closed lids as you feel his arms wrap around your figure as though they couldn't breathe without you tight in their grasp. Slowly opening your eyes, you soaked them in a view of him fast asleep with a slight-but-goofy grin pasted across his face. You never want this moment to end, so, for now, you revel in this passion, this love, this dawn.
So many times before you have lain beside him, entangled in silky sheets and a mess of limbs, and now it strikes you: you love this boy—correction, this man—and you're ultimately thankful for that one, victorious day in May. He had declared that he was "mad" about you, and you had recanted your feelings in your own way by saying "That's nice." That was not to mean that you did not feel the same, but merely that you had to say it in your own way. Of course, this was just you being yourself, a fact he had certainly come to adore.
You shift your body, facing him as you place your palm against the wisps of hair in the middle of his chest. The way they felt against your nerve-sensitive flesh felt like bolts of lightning shooting up and down your spine. With the pound of his heartbeat against your palm, you could easily feel the magic coursing through his veins out to every inch of his body. A smile crosses your face as you stare at him in adoration, loving every sense as your nerves stood on end, thirsting for the next time your flesh met his.
That face. Those broad, thin fingers that so perfectly meshed with your own small ones. The buck teeth you adore so much. Those ears and the way they stick out. Those were the superficial traits you adore about him so much and as your name—a soft "Luna…"—escapes from his smile, you melt on the spot, closing your eyes as you press yourself flush against his body.
Soon he is awake and though you pretend to be asleep, you enjoy each and every pleasurable sensation as he searches you with his worn, tired hands, finding yourself insatiable about his gentle caress and the feel of his lips pressed against your wrist, your navel, your neck. This moment, however fleeting, may have taken mere seconds, but, to you, it feels like years. But that's the way things have always been for your love.