I confess that I catch myself fantasizing about sweet, quiet moments with you… you’re sitting cozily on the couch, perhaps sipping on some tea or coffee. There’s a fire crackling in the hearth. You’re reading, or perhaps writing :) I crawl into your lap, softly kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. I nuzzle into your warmth. You rest your chin on my head, and I am content to stay there, curled against you, listening to the sounds of your heart beating and the occasional page turning <3