explodinganyway:

Your kisses are like the moment you get out of a hot bath. They give me goose bumps, running down my skin until I get used to the cold; except I don’t think I could ever get used to your lips, the way they brush against mine like the lightest fairy landing there.

You call them bath dates, like it’s some standing appointment instead of us just needing each other’s skin sliding across our own as we try and make the muscle aches from Cheerios burn away. You smell like vanilla in the bath; warm and soft and open the way you never quite are around other people, and I love breathing you in, this calm special part of you that’s only for me.

Your hair looks like a mermaid’s when you go under the water and it makes my breath forget how to work because I get caught up in the wish that you and I could be mermaids; just the two of us in cool water, blue all around us, almost warm against our skin. I go under and swish my head around the same as you but when I open my eyes, squinting against the little bit of soap, you look worried. I don’t like making you worried and I quickly pull out, leaving my mermaid dreams in the water. You worry about me all the time and it makes me feel special, but sad. Sometimes I want you to take off your worry shoes and come and be a mermaid with me.

You wrap me in a hug like a towel when we get out. You’re warm and perfect, your skin sliding against mine. I feel completely held by you, like none of my mind can run away because you’re wrapping your warmth around it, and your vanilla hair is tickling my nose.

Oh my god, Larissa. This is gorgeous. So tender and warm.