Since the first night, I noticed something: the way your fingers get tangled in my hair gently and firmly at the same time. Like you want me not to get out of there. Don't worry, I don't plan on doing it.
I really like your hands to go instinctively there when we kiss, and all the time.
While we're watching TV and your fingers look for my hair, scratching me like that, it disconnects me absolutely from everything and gives me a peace I've never felt before.
When I'm driving, traffic stresses me and your fingers massage my nape. This really relaxes me. I never thanked you for that, but I think you already know it.
Just as when you come to my office and walk behind me with some silly excuse, just to be able to touch me on the neck of my shirt. Even if it's a second, I always close my eyes, enjoying the fleeting moment.
It's the way your fingers grab into the back of my neck when we're naked and your body is under mine. Forcing me to stay there, as if I wanted to go somewhere else. I tell you again: I don't want to do it, and I'll never do it.
And the way your thumb caresses softly through my moles even when I'm sleeping.
But, mostly, I love when you come from somewhere and without saying anything, you take me by my nape and kiss me until we run out of air.
I like you to grab me like I'm your world because you're mine.
I always liked to look at your hands at any time. When we were just talking, while you were writing with your pen or on the computer… When you served scotch, you gave me a glass and our fingers rubbed. I've always liked your hands and they hypnotized me. But shit, I like them so much more now that they can touch me.
I really like it when we walk down the street, and you take my hand, but I like it so much more when for some reason I go ahead of you, so you walk faster to reach me, you hug me by the waist, and walk at my pace. "Where are you going so fast?" You always whisper in my ear, and then you kiss my hair.
You always fall asleep before me. How do you sleep so fast?... Maybe it's to feel like your hand surrounds me and looks for me even when you're asleep. It's been over a year, but I still smile when you do it.
I love when you just walk by and slide your hand around my waist and go your way, often without even saying anything.
When you put your hands on my shoulders and massage me without asking. You always know exactly when I need it.
The way you always hold my hand and intertwine our fingers when we are making love as if the connection of our bodies was no longer enough.
And the way your fingers dance on my skin and join my freckles, making drawings that only you understand.
And please, never stop hugging me tightly by the waist when you kiss me. I love that you do. I love that you don't want to let me go. I don't want you to ever leave either.
A/N: These last three ficlets are inspired by drawings from 3896days on Instagram. You can check them on my Twitter profile _cammilu :) I hope you like it!