Touch

During the long winter nights she loves it when they spoon up in bed together, his arm draped across her waist, his chin resting at the top of her head.

She can feel their bodies touch from head to toe, her back against his chest, their hips close together, legs flexed at the same angle. She straightens her feet and wiggles her toes to touch the top of his own. He shifts his arm slightly to hold her closer.

Soon his soft even breathing lets her know he's already asleep.

Yoshino smiles. He may be lazy but he certainly is warm.