Evening Encounter, First person

You sit on the floor in front of your couch, reading your book. You’re sore. The tightness in your shoulders is a reminder of the day’s stress.

I sit behind you on the couch; My legs on either side of you. My hands rest on your shoulders, their weight enough was soothing. The fingers move and pressure is applied to sore muscles. You are forced to pause the game and set the controller down. Your head sways back, your eyes closed. After a couple of minutes, I kiss your forehead.

“Hey, scootch up a bit.” I say from the couch.

You open your eyes and look at me, wondering where I want to take this. We share a look, and you scoot forward a bit. I slide off the couch and fit snuggly behind you. My fingers are replaced by my lips and I kiss the side of your neck. You give out a small sigh, and your hand reaches back and finds my hair. My right hand slides under your shirt and caresses your stomach muscles. My left hand gently rubs the inside of your leg.