Maybe I shouldn't be feeling like I want to be intimate with him right now, not in this moment, after so much pain. Maybe that's too bold, too crass.

I don't really care.

I want to be intimate with him. Slowly, purposefully. I want to move with him, and feel him move with me. And maybe I wan't to reassure myself that he loves me, maybe I want to reassure him that he is still worthy of love.

I slide my hand down, down from his cheek and over his chest. I linger for a moment with my palm pressed, relearning the beat of his heart, then I glide my hand lower, slowly, not wanting to startle him.

I keep kissing him throughout. Slow lingering kisses.