My fingertips and his bare chest
One late evening : He whispered in to my ear, "I love you" as we were laying side by side comfortably naked in darkness on my king size bed. My head was on his shoulder while I was caressing his bare chest with my fingertips. "I love you" He said again softly, I can tell by the tone of his voice he genuinely meant it. I didn't bother to respond back. I was too fixated caressing his chest even though I felt the love that was oozing out of his pores. I know he loves me and only me. I felt his stare, "I'm always the first to say it and you barely say it these days" He was concerned. "I know" I replied with ease "Don't worry about it; I'll say it when I feel like it". Little does he know, I've been writing "I love you" with my fingertips on his chest ten times over...Repetition and routines are scary. I don't want you to get used to me saying "I love you", I don't want you to get bored of hearing me say it, You should know by now how I feel towards you. I love you and only you.