msawake:

It was a physical relief when he pulled her close, she clung to his suit jacket and breathed deeply the intoxicating smell of him. His hands were on her, pressing her against him, seeking out and stroking her bare skin, soothing her soul.

She was his – in a way where her mind and body needed him like a puzzle misses it’s last piece, like a flower needs sun to fully bloom and a whole other host of similes that both, made her smile (at the cliched goofiness) and feel teary, as she turned her face upward to his.

“I love you.”