I'm almost asleep when he gets in bed. I'm snuggled under my covers, drifting off. I feel the weight and warmth of his body as he climbs in next to me. He pulls me into his body and brushes my hair back off my neck. His lips graze against my ear. He wonders into it "What's this?" as his hands float over my pyjamas. I sigh against him. He pulls my clothes off and turns my body over to face him. As his arms encircle me a wave of emotion flows over my entire being. He feels it too. We hold each other very close for a moment, we breathe together. When we kiss I can feel him warm. There is no bedroom, no bed, no sheets. There is no light from anywhere else, it all melts away. We are the only things that exist anymore. Only his hands pulling at my hair and my breath quickening with each passing second. When he slides into me I think "This is making love" and how I've never been this way with anyone before. In some ways it isn't even sexual, its something completely pure. As he tells me he loves me I feel shattered, but in a good way. I feel better than I have in months.