I felt comfortable as I held you in my arms last night. We talked for hours and exchanged moments of openness, of our vulnerabilities. Time seemed to evade us as the hours passed, unnoticed. We became entangled in in our hopes, our willingness to believe in the possibility of mutual desires and dreams. My heart raced and I felt no need to hide my feelings, to shield my emotions. Your hand pressed in mine, fingers intertwined, you felt my lips gently against your neck.