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It's the way she looks at me. I was lying in her bed today, post-coital, no shirt on, half-on my left side and half-on my stomach. My right arm was bent and stretched upwards with my face buried in the nook of my elbow. She was spooning me. Her chin was resting on my right shoulder blade as her right hand was gently rubbing my arm/shoulder/neck area. She sometimes likes to trace the lines of the tattoo on my back. Her left hand pushed my hair away from my face/neck/ear and she kissed me there, twice.
She was just looking at me. But not looking at me like she would just anybody. I felt the weight of her body pushing down on my slightly when I breathed in. She kissed my shoulder every once and awhile. I wanted to say it, but I didn't. She kept looking at me as if I meant something to her- like she wanted to say something, too, but she didn't.
I'm falling for her.
She was just looking at me. But not looking at me like she would just anybody. I felt the weight of her body pushing down on my slightly when I breathed in. She kissed my shoulder every once and awhile. I wanted to say it, but I didn't. She kept looking at me as if I meant something to her- like she wanted to say something, too, but she didn't.
I'm falling for her.