It’s been weeks since we’ve last touched. There’s been a barrier between us. It’s felt awkward and artificial and hard to manage, but he’s hurt and I’m the childish asshole who hurt him. It’s going to take time for him to trust me again, to trust us. But tonight isn’t about trust, it’s about longing. We long to feel loved, to feel the validation in one another’s touch. It’s been too long for us.
I am laying on my stomach in bed, nude, my arms tucked under my chin and my legs together. I feel you behind me, running your hands down the backs of my calves. You kiss the back of my knees and down my right leg, biting at the insides of each ankle. You run the bridge of your nose down the sole of my right foot and then my left and kiss your way back up my left calf.