Are we there yet?

Right. Is the only word. That is running through my mind. It just feels. Right. How can I state the obvious discretely? God, the warmth of you. The touch of your skin. I feel safe. And this feels Right. And warm. And safe. Why couldn't that be every night? Why shouldn't I sleep in safety? Since when do I trust you this much? Is this alright? Would you agree that it hurts to leave? Envelop me, sweetie, and I promise to be here.