Agape

His hand, draped behind me, plays with my hair. I smile up at him from the crook of his elbow, and we continue to watch our movie.

Then he leans close, and kisses me.

"I knew it! I knew you would taste good." He laughs and squeezes my shoulder.

I glance at my sweats, taking in the stains on my t-shirt as well. It has been two days since my last shower - my hair can attest to that - and I don't even want to think about my unbrushed teeth.

It is good to be loved. Unconditionally.