She loved him

She loved him-

Nadine assumed the position she loved the most, cuddled-up around old’ Bill. Her arms shaped around his barrel of a stomach, his ‘ wonderful, cuddle hump’ that secured her. Her head gentle against his chest, the warmth and security filled her up. She loved him, the way a lonely soul loves a families fireplace in winter. He knew when the whites of her knuckles signified a childhood  memory had resurfaced, he’d then kiss her cheek or eyebrow, giving her a small ‘there, there’ shake.  She loved him, he was her peace, his old style wisdom evened out the high’s and low’s . In  bed the warmth of his body soaked through her, with great pleasure she’d rub her finger in small circles transferring  sweat from one to the other, sharing as she always needed to. Old’ Bill would laugh at those little actions at times, though not in any cruel way, he’d kiss her and stroke her hair. Before she’d cover herself in the blanket of his flesh and he’d stretch one arm across her shoulder, the other on the small of her back, like a loving truss that eased her into the next day.