I have wanted to be alone with him like this, just the two of us for a while now. I have been craving his attention fully on me, for him to worship me with those eyes, see only me, and be the center of his existence … even if it's just for a few hours.
I know that he loves me. I know that we are together, nothing can pull us apart. But sometimes I need to remember that he chose me to be his. I need to remember that I am the only one who has his heart, who can make his heart race and make him lose his composure.
I want so much more from him … but tonight, right now … we are under the pretense of self-care. I know that he wants to touch me, feel my skin under his palms, and access my body, in such a way that is not lewd, not sexual. But what isn't sexual about the way he is looking at me?
