I Like It When You Do That

I like the way he plays with my hair when I'm sleeping...when I wake up, just barely enough, to feel his gentle fingers scratching my back. And then fall asleep, again, safely next to him. I love the rare moment when he holds me in a crowd. Generally not a fan of even the slightest public display of affection, he embraces me as if to protect me and to make it clear that I'm with him at the same time. I love when I see how tender and sweet he really is despite how tough he may try to appear.

I love it when you tell me how much you need me, even when I don't deserve to hear it.

I like it when you do that.