Today was Dawnie's turn to pick. Here's her photo:
“Here you are,” I say, yawning and stretching.
I lie next to him on the settee. His arm winds around me, strong and sure.
“Whatcha reading?” I ask, leaning against his chest.
The sun warms us as he speaks, his chest vibrating my body. “Just something for work.”
He sets the book down and turns toward me. His lips carefully meet mine and retreat, the newness of what we were still coloring everything with awkward.
“Do you need to keep reading?”
His hands roam. “Not as much as I need to do this,” he says, kissing just below my bellybutton.
Dawnie's drabble for today.