I traced my finger down your neck, across your collarbone, and along your arm. I had no destination or plan, but when I reached your hand, you took mine in yours. We continued to kiss, our fingers interlaced and palms pressed.
It was the physical pinnacle of platonic love.
Sexual in the sense…
I Wouldn’t Call This Love
By Ryan Havers(via ryanhavers)
I woke up sad, because I dreamt about you last night.