That feeling when I’m tired and I want him close so he holds me, becomes The Big Spoon.
She slips into bed beside him carefully. As he turns over to wrap around her she tucks in under his chin and breathes in the smell of him. Pure comfort, complete security.
What is normal for the spider,
But this year I’m claiming it as Cocktober.
And he did. I found him there a few minutes later, cuddled down into the mountain of pillows, the cat curled in against him adoringly. He looked so good there, so relaxed, like he was in his own bed, a nest of safety, a haven from his day. He watched me slowly undress and crawled…
“When this leash is on, there is to be no talking. Do you understand?”