Curling into you.
When the alarm goes off in the morning, and the only sounds I can make are groans of great reluctance to get up, I just want to curl into you.
Because you are warm, and because you are soft.
Because I can scent the you-ness from your shirt, and it is intoxicating.
Because your hand on my back gives me comfort, and your fingers running through my hair make me… make me… make me go like this :3
But mostly just because –and I guess I should tell this to your face– just because you are so, so damn nice to curl into.