She stares at a picture of his back as he lays on his side in bed, and just images herself in his arms. Analyzing the width of his shoulders, the girth of his arms and the small little heart on his teddy bear's foot dangling out from between his head and shoulder.
He looks warm and soft; she thought, strong yet gentle. How she longs for his embrace. To creep up behind him and slip under his covers. To be pulled closer to him as he squeezes her tightly just once. Just once before he releases his grip and she indulges herself in him.
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