Achtung, mein fräulein

Like, you put your arms around his neck and his go around your waist and your chest is pressed against the lean firmness of his chest and if you lean in, his hoodie probably smells like whatever laundry soap is on sale like fake flowers or whatever detergent manufacturers think sunshine scent is and he just feels SOLID like an immovable part of the earth and you know he could hold you up so you lean into him even more and you can feel his fingers on your back and you know those are hands that have touched the surface of the moon and you have never felt so safe and so vulnerable all at once like you are attempting to contain the sun in your embrace but instead his warmth is just the same familiar human warmth as yours