dreamstorming

And I hugged him tight, my arms wrapping around his chest, my palms clinging to his back. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of him, inhaled the scent of rain.

We stood this way for a while, in tight embrace. He stroked the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair, until I felt sleepy and satiated. When I finally let go, he cradled the side of my face and said “It’s okay.”