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She is lying there next to him. She is feeling her own skin accidently touching his, once in a while, as they are talking. It is one o’clock in the morning. The snow has just started falling outside the window. She loves the snow; it makes her feel like a child again. She excuses herself, lists keen downstairs to watch the snow through the big windows in the living room. She stands there for God knows how long. Short after she hears footsteps. It is him; ‘’C’mon babe, don’t stand there, come back to bed.’’ He reminds her of John Mayer with that sentence. Her favorite song, playing on repeat in her mind, when she misses him. He strokes her lower back as he looks her deeply in the eyes. He kisses her forehead, smiles at her and then finds his way back upstairs. She follows with that ‘I-am-so-in-love’ kind of smile on her face. When she enters their room he is already lying in the bed, snoring a bit. She cuddles herself into him. Apparently he awakes, because she starts to feel his fingers slow dancing on her back. She cannot stop smiling and soon she falls asleep.
She does not know for how long they both have been asleep - or just, for how long she has been asleep. She moves to her own side of the bed and tries not to awake him. As she is lying there she just looks at him sleeping and slowly, without noticing, she falls asleep herself.
This time she checks her watch. It is only 02.16 o’clock in the morning. She must not have slept that long, apparently. She says his name out loud to determine whether he is awake too or not. He answers and asks her the same question. She does not answer; she thinks that is a silly question. She just finds her way to his side of the bed and cuddles herself into him once again. She places her leg over his and her head on his chest. His fingers now starts passing across her thigh which makes her think of another song she loves. There is quiet for a time, but then his rusty, sleepy voice breaks the silence with those magic words girls love to hear;
“I know you’ve never loved your thighs. I know you always talked about how fat you think you are. I know you hate your freckles. And I know you can’t stand those little crinkles by your eyes when you smile. But one thing you do not know, or at any rate seem to not know, is that; all these things you hate about yourself, is what I love the most about you. I love you babe.” He kisses her forehead again. That one spot he knows is the weakest of hers. That one spot that makes her so relaxed and beloved. She does not say a word. He knows that is not a bad thing and just kisses her again. She clasps him to her, looks up at him and kisses his chin. Then his jaw, then his cheek and then she stops. She is looking him right into both eyes. She is holding her breath, for no reason she thinks, blinks once and then kisses his libs. Those libs. Those soft, but still intense, libs that she loves so much. No feeling can ever replace the feeling of him kissing her with those libs. As she is lying there observing the two different colors of his eyes he catches her breath by letting his fingers slow dancing up her back, holding her neck and giving her the best kiss she has ever experienced.
“I know you’ve never loved your thighs. I know you always talked about how fat you think you are. I know you hate your freckles. And I know you can’t stand those little crinkles by your eyes when you smile. But one thing you do not know, or at any rate seem to not know, is that; all these things you hate about yourself, is what I love the most about you. I love you babe.” He kisses her forehead again. That one spot he knows is the weakest of hers. That one spot that makes her so relaxed and beloved. She does not say a word. He knows that is not a bad thing and just kisses her again. She clasps him to her, looks up at him and kisses his chin. Then his jaw, then his cheek and then she stops. She is looking him right into both eyes. She is holding her breath, for no reason she thinks, blinks once and then kisses his libs. Those libs. Those soft, but still intense, libs that she loves so much. No feeling can ever replace the feeling of him kissing her with those libs. As she is lying there observing the two different colors of his eyes he catches her breath by letting his fingers slow dancing up her back, holding her neck and giving her the best kiss she has ever experienced.
