Thursday, July 9, 2015

A kiss on my hand

Oh how it's time to dig some feelings up. I was reading something online that says 'There were times when a kiss on a hand is enough' suddenly that line sends shivers to my bones. How I remember that moment. Cruising in his car, summer time, listening to music, and I was jokingly offering my hand for him to bite (in a cute way, biting is his thing lol), but then instead of a bite, he took my hand and kissed it. There was a pause there. And I just smiled. As he did too. Then we were back to listening to some tunes, and ride around the block to kill time before the others jumped in. It was a pretty damn good memory. What. a. man. :)