His chest hair is fuzzy against my cheek. I draw in closer and nuzzle at its softness. His leg hair carresses my bare leg from both sides. His arm rests comfortingly against my back as the edges of his arm hair graze around my spine. He runs his fingers through my hair, making my scalp tingle. The tingle seeps through my neck to the rest of my body, making each individual strand stand up and dance in its follicle. His stubble scratches my forehead and presses incrementally harder against me with every step he takes toward sleep. Every movement is hair on skin. I concentrate on the sensations, willing myself to memorize every indentation he leaves on me.