The Warmth I Kept Unzipped

The city had been cold all day, and he came home with winter still in his coat. I did not ask how it went. I only pulled the grey sweater a little lower, let the zip rest open at my chest, and waited for him to sit beside me on the pink blanket.

He wrapped his arms around me without words. My skin met his warmth, and something small and pure began to beat in my ribs. Not passion, not yet. Just the quiet proof that I was held, that the day could not touch us here.

I leaned into him and watched the lamp glow soft against the wall. In this room, love is not a grand gesture. It is an unzipped sweater, a slow breath shared in the dark, and the simple decision to stay warm together.

Editor: Pure Linen