I don't know how many times we did it. If I didn't ask him for mercy, he would continue this for an entire month. That was what he said; a month of doing nothing but that.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, snapping me out of my trance.
"No." I shook my head, resting my head on his chest, and I moved closer to him. My leg rested over him while his hand caressed my back gently.
"What are you thinking?"
I didn't reply immediately, biting my lower lip and drew circles on his chest. "You."
"What about me?"
My eyes softened as I smiled. What about him? Well, there was a lot to think about him, so where should I start?
"Your fingertip," I whispered, feeling his fingertips trace my spine; a habit of his. "I like how your fingertip feels against my skin. I also wonder how you have such a strong shoulder, yet my head feels more comfortable lying on it than a cushion."