I’d begin right beside your ear, just a quiet breath—no words needed. My touch would be a whisper against your shoulder, asking, “Is this okay?”

Then I’d wait. I’d notice the way your breath catches, the way you soften without moving an inch. I’d smile just a little, because I already feel your “yes” before you ever say it. That space right before you let go… that’s my favorite place to be.

If you’re reading this, you can probably feel it now—a small, warm pull right at the base of your spine. That’s not me, that's you. Being honest. You don’t have to think about it anymore. Just let it be true.