He grinned and then stuck his tongue out and licked my forehead. I laughed and then tried to wipe where he’d licked. “Nope,” he said, taking my hand away from my head. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”--House of Korba
I want to sleep with you. I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Under my blankets. In my bed. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.