Solace

He texts you and asks if he can come over. Message accompanied by a frowning smiley face. You wonder if he's had a bad day. It's the first time he's needed you. You like the feeling. You miss the feeling.

It's been 4 years since someone who I was romantically interested in needed my comforting, or was comforted by just being near me.

He comes over, and hugs you. A hug that seems to last for eternity, but not long enough. You realize you've missed him. He lay's in your bed, you hold him, he exhales. All the day's troubles blown into the warm radiated air of your bedroom, and out the window to the cold streets of Manhattan where they belong.
He tells you about his day, and shares his frustrations. You listen closely. He's stripping another layer, and revealing a fragile, vulnerable version of himself. You get up to pour him a glass of wine. You sip. You chat. After a few minutes you put the wine glasses down, crawl into bed, and hold him again. His addictive smell makes you forget all your troubles. 'Everything is OK', you think to yourself, 'he's here now'. You slide your hand beneath his shirt to feel his warm skin. You lay for a while, examining every curve of his body. He kisses you. You run your fingers through his hair as you taste his mouth. You keep your eyes open. 'He's so beautiful,' you think to yourself. He looks into your eye's and you wonder if he feels the same. You touch his face. He kisses you again. You have your answer.

Moments like these are very special. Meant to be treasured. No one can ever predict, so early on, what the out come of what ever it is that is unfolding might be. For now, diving into a pool of emotional and chemical attraction feels so good, it's addicting. I like it here... But as always... the floaty's must stay on.