When you look at me a certain way…you know what I’m talking about. Your smile is radiant. You’ve got that twinkle in your eyes, just a shade darker than usual. You’re completely still, save for the rise and fall of your chest. There’s a buzz in the air between us and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. It’s a million details all in one moment.
I know that look. And I love it because it means I’m in trouble…in the best possible way.
You get out of bed, stretch, pull on a shirt, but somehow only button one button. You’re not allowed to turn to me and tell me you’re going to work. Not with your hair perfectly tousled. Not when you’re smirking at me knowing exactly what you’re doing to me.
No. You don’t get to be mad that I make you late by pulling you back into bed. It’s not my fault you’re irresistible. That’s on you.
A text from you. A simple colon and closing parenthesis. One word from you. Just a simple “Hi.” One look from you. A smile across the hall. A wave at a party. A glance at a work meeting.
You have no idea the power you have. And you have no idea how simply I was yours because of just one of these moments.
Hold my hand. When we’re out shopping. On the bench when the kids are running around the park with the puppy. Walking through the airport to our gate. When you’re having a bad day. When you’re having a great day. Absentmindedly on the couch watching a movie. Any damn time you feel like it. Just hold my hand.