Goodnight

No matter how much anger I feel, or how much sadness I have, I have to reach over to run my fingers down her arm as we lay in bed together.

She huffs, and I wait. Finally, she scoots backwards the tiniest amount, giving me permission to wrap my arms around her and kiss her shoulder. We haven’t spoken in an hour, not since we stopped yelling. We’ve cooled off, and we’ll talk at length tomorrow, but right now neither of us want to be alone in the silence of the night.

She sighs softly and shifts back into me, from my breasts to my hips. I nuzzle her shoulder as she intertwines our legs. I kiss her neck softly in thanks and she reaches her hand down to hold my hand. She breathes easier now too.

I wonder what she’s thinking in moments like this. All I can think is that I love her more than I can fathom, and I’ll do anything to keep her happy and in my life.

We snuggle under the blanket, warmer now that we are together, as the world gets blanketed with snow. It’s all good to me. I’m already where I need to be, and I’ll be warm all night.