The Space Between Heartbeats
Some people search their whole lives for a moment this quiet. And here I am — tangled in sheets and you — afraid to move, because moving might break the spell. intimatepov
This is my favorite place. Not a city or a room. But right here — in the space between your heartbeats, where I belong. The Space Between Heartbeats Some people search their
That's what intimacy is, isn't it? Not the loud moments. Not the declarations. It's the way your thumb traces the same small circle on my hip when you're lost in a book. It's the half-smile you give me from across a crowded kitchen, like we're sharing a secret no one else could hear. intimatepov