Cold night. Rain. Warm bed. Warm blankets. Warm bodies. Comfortable. The smell of his cologne, or the smell of just him. Noses nestled into necks. Fingernails running trails along spines. Eyelashes giving tickling butterfly kisses. Feeling safe. Your eyes closed, smiling. Legs tangled with legs, hands holding hands and fingers laced together. Or his hand on your hip. Never feeling happier, never feeling more loved than at this moment. Wanting to fall asleep, but wanting to stay awake to enjoy it in consciousness. Saying to yourself, "I can't believe this is real." Him whispering, "This is real. I love you."