We fall into it.
He holds me, and I feel him and his warmth. I feel his arms around my back, one over my right shoulder, one under my left arm. I hold his shoulder, resting my forearm against his chest, and look at him. He pulls me closer.
He’s so me and not me at the same time. I’m him and I’m me, too, and does he know that even know that? That the space between us has disappeared, and so have we, to me.
We fall into it, finally. My head is spinning, and my insides are hollow. He breathes my breaths, pulls them from me, and pushes his breaths into me. He absorbs me and fills me with something that’s not me, but still me. I push back some. I put my hand on the back of his head, and hold a loose handful of hair.
Who am I to him? I’m me to me, and so is he, but to him, who am I? His lips are softer than I imagined. His tongue is bigger. And I can’t believe it, and stop thinking now stop thinking. Wow.
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