A few hours and cups of tea later we found ourselves as we often do, sitting on the edge of her bed. She occasionally does this thing when she is excited where she suddenly grabs me, then drops to the mattress as if engaging in a fierce hug. She holds on tight and quickly shakes me back and forth as if she was a dog wagging its tail, expect with her entire body. I love it. Laying there with her, as if in a hug tipped sideways, it always feels like zero gravity. Holding onto each other in that delicate horizontal space. I feel weightless.
Soon I find myself idly running my fingers along her arms, shoulders along her collarbones. Unfortunately we were at her parents house, and while some physical closeness was normal for us, we had never gone a more intimate direction in such a circumstance.