[ he likes the grace with which she lounges, his eyes running the length of her body, his head dipped to brush his nose against the line of her bare shoulder. while she settles in repose, he does the same, tangling their legs, hooking their ankles as he stretches them out.
he likes settling with her, if only for the moment. he likes her endearing yawn, and her retorts, and above all, her content. he moves along her skin, up her neck, and kisses tenderly, lingeringly behind her ear before he begins to truly relax.
her hair is his pillow, draped over his arm, and so he presses his cheek and face to it and to the back of her head, to her scent, with a sigh. ] I believe that I and my neighbors could attest.
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he likes settling with her, if only for the moment. he likes her endearing yawn, and her retorts, and above all, her content. he moves along her skin, up her neck, and kisses tenderly, lingeringly behind her ear before he begins to truly relax.
her hair is his pillow, draped over his arm, and so he presses his cheek and face to it and to the back of her head, to her scent, with a sigh. ] I believe that I and my neighbors could attest.