I lay down in the bed, our bed, with his arms wrapped strong and wram around me. I looked into his drowning deep eyes, still faintly lined with his infectious laughter. The sky was just barely gray,, with the first hints of a lavender and gold dawn creeping into the room. In that moment, a moment filled with both memories and anticipation, I knew I had found him.
I watched his face slide from one expression to the next, seamless, and both hard and mobile at the same time. My fingers brished full lips, a faint caress that made him smile. It was the smile that could make a fool of me. The smile that could have me spouting silly things and giggling uncontrollably.
His hands swallowed mine, led them to the hem of his shirt. I peeled the soft cotton off of him and settled myself into his arms again. His skin, sightly darker than my own, was warm against my face. He held me close, as though I was the most precious and delicate thing in his world.
I lay my ear against his chest, a light sprinkling of hair tickling me. I sighed and listened closely to his heartbeat. It was strong, and sturdy, just like him. I could feel it trying to break free, and I knew it always beat a little bit faster when he led me back to bed. I lay there listening to his heartbeat until I fell asleep, my own personal lullabye.