The way he felt inside when she curled against him.

A man I didn't know was curled against the front of my body.

He slid in next to me and curled himself against my back.

That was all the invitation she needed to curl against him.

He stayed through the night so that she could curl warm against him.

I entered and curled very quietly against the dead end.

And yet he remembered sleeping with a woman curled against him.

I curled against his body, and he held me close, my protector.

When her voice thickened, he turned so she could curl against him.

Then I gave the kiss, and the fingers remained, curled, still, hot against my mouth.