In the dim light and soft touches, he asked, "..what are we?” His breath was ticklish, yet it sent shivers down my spine. His lips lingered on my neck, waiting for the answer. “Acquaintances,” I whispered. After that, all I knew was that he devoured me like a madman.
Because for me, the real intimacy isn’t about sex. It’s about feeling safe with someone. Laughing together, sitting in silence on hard days and knowing you have a place to come home to.