protection

Her eyes slowly reopened and drew to him. He loved stronger than any she had ever known. She wanted to touch him. She needed to reach over, encourage his body to turn with the slightest tug, whether half-awake or entirely asleep his arms would unfailingly open and she would nestle inside. Her face would move instinctively to the nook between his neck and chin; she would deeply inhale him, as his arms would enclose tightly and protectively around her. She didn’t need him to understand her obscurity; she needed his innocence to pull her from them. Her arms drew tighter around her body, restraining her passions to allow him as long as an escape from the pain tonight promised as was in her power.