The touch of his fingers jolted me from sleep.
It wasn't that he was sparing with his affection. On the contrary, he was always embracing me. But every cuddle was motivated, his hands snaking down to the curve of my bottom or sliding up to encircle the fullness of my breasts, breeching the lace that contained them.
We were kids, suspended deliciously at the tail-end of our teens.
He touched me a lot.
But this was unexpected. A bizarre way to be woken.
His fingers under my nose, almost inside my nostrils.
"What are you doing?" I asked, the fog of sleep and sickness an added confusion.
The smell of menthol was strong, quite welcome through the congestion that made breathing difficult.
"You were snoring, babe. Your poor little nose is so blocked."
He screwed the lid back on the jar of Vicks and climbed back into bed.
He pulled me towards him, his body so warm. Just held me as I breathed easier.
This post was written in response to the prompt:
"Write about how the show of affection has played a part in your memory."
How did a post with nostrils in it have such a sexy feel to it?
It really is those little things that show pure love, isn’t it?
*Sigh* for Vicks. {Wait what?}
Love this, love you! XO
Tehehe – loved it!
You know, it would be nice to have someone do that for you. It really would.
I loved that so much I read it 3 times! What a great memory.
Im giggling out loud at your comment here, Galit. 😀
awww. seriously? the sweetness. how he didn’t mean to wake you, and was taking care of you, and then grabbed you and pulled you close. oh man, just aching at how sweet and simple this was 🙂
This is such an amazing example of the little things that matter in a relationship.
me too – Laughing out loud!
Plus I bet he wanted to get to sleep 😉