It was perfect.
He held me close.
And I felt like a princess.
With my ear on his chest, I heard his heartbeat.
Our breathing matched.
It was heaven.
He warmed my body.
He rubbed and rubbed until I wasn't Ice anymore.
He held me closer when I cried.
He laughed with me.
He laughed at me.
But the laugh had love in it. Not cruelty.
He held my hands.
He rubbed my palms.
And my sides.
And my back.
I could've went to sleep right there in the theater.
But he's too good to not be awake with.
He held me tight.
And he whispered that I was perfect to cuddle.
That I was so cuddly.
And he held me tighter.