squeeze her hand, and she looks toward the contact, her eyes flying to mine as if she only realized now I’m holding on to her.
I allow her the moment she wordlessly asks for, saying nothing as she takes me in from the light scruff building along my jaw, from refusing to spend an extra ten minutes shaving when I knew she was sitting in this bed without me, to the wrinkle of my clothes, pulled from a messy duffel bag I had my buddy drop off.
Slowly, her eyes make their way back to mine and hold.