I slowly allowed him to wrap his arms around my neck, his fingertips circling from left shoulder to right.
I cared about it in a way that I pretended not to care about, secretly trying to figure it out.
In the dark, my acquiescence is a pass.
My right shoulder touched his chin, my cheek brushed against the shell of his ear, and my nerves were shaken by his breath.
He's calling my name. I couldn't hear it, but I felt it.
The air from his mouth hit my name on the ear bones.
Intention: I have never felt such power, full of warmth and security. The hiding and depression of more than 20 years seemed to be broken by him.