And then, quietly, after I've already thought she'd fallen asleep: pat me. So I do, not for a second taking for granted that I've been invited, instructed, one more time to touch.
I never know what side of her boundaries I'm standing on but I love poking at the meniscus, testing it, challenging it, teasing it. Daring it. The rejections sting a little, like rubber bands snapping on my skin, but the rewards, oh the rewards. Sweet nectar I got to pat her one more night. And I love her sturdiness, her confidence, her trust in me that she will sting me so freely and know in my steadfastness for her I'll be by her side when she needs me.