I'm laying in bed. You slip in through my open door barely making a sound. You take off your shirt and unbuckle your belt, letting your pants fall to your ankles. The clicking of your belt brings me back to the world. I stir slightly under the sheets. You lie down behind me, curling yourself to match my figure. Skin against skin. Your hand comes to rest on my hip and you press your fingertips into my flesh. I feel your stubble brush against my neck as you dabble kisses on it. I reach back and stroke your cheek lightly. I love the feeling of your stubble. It tickles and scratches perfectly in all the right places. I turn my head and catch your lips without opening my eyes. Your stubble scratches my face, but in a good way. The way that makes me hungry for more of you. I turn over to face you, resting my hands on the sides of your face. My hands continue to stroke your stubble as I pull away. I  open my eyes and look into yours. This is the happiest I'll ever be. Here with you.