The warmth of his body against mine feels the way the sun will feel on your body when you’re finally dry after swimming.
The touch of his fingers gliding on my skin feel as gentle as the tips of rose petals.
His smell? Indescribable but to me it is thick oil, from all the machines he works on mixed with “man”.
The bristle of his beard has become comfort.
His grizzly bear snores have become my...
