Jane Henry

rofessor by Day, Hacking Goddess by Night

Laying my head against his chest feels like…belonging. Home.

When I join her in bed, she does this thing that I love. She snuggles up closer to me, nuzzles under my arm, buries her head on my chest, then crooks her knee up so her whole body is flush against mine.

It was a waste buying that body pillow, you know,”

You’re my body pillow.

Touch her and I’ll fucking kill you. She’s mine now