♥ Chloe ♥
Jethro and I watched a movie while we ate, but my attention was more on him than the movie. I couldn’t stop watching him. The way he bit into the sandwich. The way he chewed and swallowed. The way his lips curled when he found something funny. The way his eyes lit up. And the way he always made contact with me. His foot against mine. His hand, or even when he leaned over and kissed my cheek or my forehead. His love language was touch, and I was in heaven. I had agreed to see the therapist, and I was grateful he had pushed me toward it. I knew I needed it. But right now, I needed something more. Something else. I wanted to feel. I wanted him. I hugged the blanket tighter as my gaze once again wandered over to him. He was giving me space, and as much as I appreciate it, I wanted m
