I miss this. I miss his hands holding my face and his thumbs pressing against my lips. When he’s holding my face he likes to study me. He just looks. It feels like he’s trying to memorize me, his eyes trail along the curves of my face. His head tilts and his lips move a bit. When it feels like forever, I’ll start to nip at his fingers because I’ve grown impatient and awkward. Being studied is an intrusive feeling I enjoy but it has to end sometime. He ignores the nips until they turn into bites then he’ll flick my teeth or lightly slap my face or bum, “Be still” he’ll say. Gazing just a bit longer and then he lets go and I hide my face in his shoulder. Maybe next time I get to see him I’ll let him look for as long as he wants without my protesting, maybe.
