In the comfort of his arms, I look up and see him. All of him. His eyes are closed, feeling the safety of our embrace. His beard hasn’t been shaved in a couple of days, just how I like it and he knows it. His cheeks are still flushed from our workout, going to the gym with him is my favourite activity. And his lips. His lips are curled up in a soft smile. His lips are full and so tender. Right now, they’re also kind of dry, but that’s okay. His lips always help to make my life better.