In the Backseat
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His arms are wrapped around me and I can hear his breath in my ear. The fabric of his shirt is soft in my clenched hand and his breath is warm on my neck. He is sleeping and as I stare at his sleeping figure I trace the curve of his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. My fingers curl around the tiny hairs that grow along his chin. It’s the spot he almost always misses when he shaves but it doesn’t bother me anymore. It’s a part of him and any part of him is a part I love. My fingers brush across his lips and up the bridge of his nose. As I run my fingers through his hair and I can still smell the scent of his shampoo. My head is nestled against his neck now and I am breathing in the scent of him. It is a mixture of soap and axe body spray mingling with the sweet smell of his own body. His legs are pushed up against mine in the confines of the backseat of his car. The fabric of his jeans brushes against mine as he shifts in his sleep his arm tightening around my shoulders as he pulls me closer to him. I kiss his cheek as he sleeps and I can taste him on my lips when I pull away. The backseat of his car is small and one of the seatbelts is digging into my waist but I don’t feel anything I am too enraptured by the sight, smell and feel of him. The sky outside is darkening and the parking lot of this small local park is empty yet as I stare at him and breathe him in I can’t help but think that this is my favorite spot in the world right now at this moment.

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