I invited you over just to cuddle. We’re both between anything serious and miss the closeness of laying next to someone. I know we’ve got a history, but that’s in the past. You said we could try it, that you’ve got some friends you can do this with.
You come over after work. It’s late, later than I was thinking but I’m glad you took me up on it. I get you something more comfortable to change into. Get you out of your work clothes, get into some shorts and a baggy t-shirt of mine.
They look good on you. You look comfy. We awkwardly go to lay down on my bed, spooning like we used to. It’s a little unclear where to put our hands, trying not to cut off circulation or put my hands anywhere too suggestive. We’re a little stiff at first, but we quickly relax and settle into each other.
Feeling your body against mine, my head resting next to yours, our arms entwined together around you. It feels good, laying here with you. My arms fit so perfectly around you.