she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere
Every time I come across this photo, I can’t help but feel a tug at my heart. The way she gently rests her hand on his, as if she absentmindedly reached out for him. Their affect doesn’t look forced but completely second nature. The sense of touch is enough.