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The Space Between Heartbeats

It’s softer than your waking breath — a slow, warm tide that pulls in just beneath my ear. Your chest rises against my back, and I can feel the exact second your arm tightens around my waist, even though I know you're not conscious enough to mean it. intimatepov

I wonder if you know how often I watch you like this. How I memorize the weight of your hand on my stomach, the way your leg hooks around mine without thinking. The Space Between Heartbeats It’s softer than your

I don't remember when I first noticed the way you breathe when you're almost asleep. How I memorize the weight of your hand

This is my favorite place. Not a city or a room. But right here — in the space between your heartbeats, where I belong.

Tonight, I turn over slowly so I don't wake you. Your face is relaxed in a way it never is during the day — no meetings, no deadlines, no polite masks. Just you. Just the soft fan of your lashes and the faintest sound of your breathing catching when I press my lips to your collarbone.