"I feel so safe with you."
She tells me this as we spoon, me rubbing her back through my black tee shirt that she is wearing. You never want to be thought of as safe. It's a tell tale sign of being the nice guy. it means you're a step away from being thought of as a brother and a half step from the dreaded friend zone. This is the last thing I want to hear from her but it isn't as bad coming from as it would be coming from someone else. "Wait, they don't love you like I love you..." Karen O's voice softly singing us to sleep as iTunes plays an acoustic version of Maps. I move nearer to her, pull her closer to me. I give her a gentle hug, cup one of her breasts, and kiss the back of her neck before and nodding off. I wake before she does, hours before she does actually. She's still in my arms, not as tightly as she was when we dozed off, but still in my warm embrace. I lay in bed for most of the time rubbing her back, her side, her thighs. Light caresses for her start my day. Eventually I get out of bed and make coffee, wanting to have it ready when she wakes up. I smoke as the coffee brews and by the time I finish my cigarette the coffee is done. I pour two mugs, carry them upstairs, set them on the night stand and climb back into bed next to her. A few minutes after I'm back in bed she starts to stir. I let her rustle around and slowly wake. Good morning she says to me sleepily. She kisses my lips and rests her head on my chest, slips an arm around me, and squeezes me gently. This is how I want every day to begin.
She tells me this as we spoon, me rubbing her back through my black tee shirt that she is wearing. You never want to be thought of as safe. It's a tell tale sign of being the nice guy. it means you're a step away from being thought of as a brother and a half step from the dreaded friend zone. This is the last thing I want to hear from her but it isn't as bad coming from as it would be coming from someone else. "Wait, they don't love you like I love you..." Karen O's voice softly singing us to sleep as iTunes plays an acoustic version of Maps. I move nearer to her, pull her closer to me. I give her a gentle hug, cup one of her breasts, and kiss the back of her neck before and nodding off. I wake before she does, hours before she does actually. She's still in my arms, not as tightly as she was when we dozed off, but still in my warm embrace. I lay in bed for most of the time rubbing her back, her side, her thighs. Light caresses for her start my day. Eventually I get out of bed and make coffee, wanting to have it ready when she wakes up. I smoke as the coffee brews and by the time I finish my cigarette the coffee is done. I pour two mugs, carry them upstairs, set them on the night stand and climb back into bed next to her. A few minutes after I'm back in bed she starts to stir. I let her rustle around and slowly wake. Good morning she says to me sleepily. She kisses my lips and rests her head on my chest, slips an arm around me, and squeezes me gently. This is how I want every day to begin.