Intimatepov Review

I wonder if you know how often I watch you like this. How I memorize the weight of your hand on my stomach, the way your leg hooks around mine without thinking.

I shake my head. You pull me closer, and suddenly the dark isn't empty anymore. It's full — full of your warmth, your heartbeat against my palm, your voice low and rough and meant only for me. intimatepov

Some people search their whole lives for a moment this quiet. And here I am — tangled in sheets and you — afraid to move, because moving might break the spell. I wonder if you know how often I watch you like this