We’re just back from a long day playing in the snow, feeling the kind of buzzing, mentally energetic, bone tired fatigue of a long day spent outdoors. We soak in the tub to wash off the day– I wash your hair. Afterwards, you help me slather up in body oil.
You mix up a couple of hot toddies and we sit on your new, shaggy rug in front of the fire under a big, fluffy comforter. We’re both still moist and steamy from the tub– You smell like tea tree oil and heaven. I smell like cocoa butter and dreams. Together, we smell like us.
You’re leaning against the couch, I’m leaning against your chest. We’re both just in our thin underwear, so I can feel your soft skin and silky fuzz against my back.
As we’re lazily chatting about all the adventures we had, you’re running your hands slowly up and down my sides and over my stomach and your stubble rubs gently against my cheek and neck when you lean in to talk.