one finger, tracing half the edge of my lower lip

sometimes that's all it takes, you know? then that shiver and my mouth falling open just enough to let out a little sound hardly as loud as a breath.

the importance is that it's meant. some giant, huge, sweeping-me-off-my-feet gesture wouldn't make me feel anything at all if it didn't come from somewhere in the heart. but when i know there's a why that beats all why's behind even his tiniest touch, it's worth all the stars in the universe.