...and then you make love. No sex, just love. And by that I mean slow kisses on the lips, on the neck, on the stomach, on the back; lips biting, hands intertwined, eyes into eyes. I mean hugged so tightly that they become one: bodies interlocked and souls colliding. Caresses on the scratches, clothes taken off along with the fears, kisses on the weaknesses and signs of a life that until that moment had been a little wrong. I mean fingers on bodies, creating constellations, inhaling scents, hearts traveling together, breaths that beat at the same rhythm and then sincere smiles after a while that were no longer. Love is art, and you and JJ are right now the masterpieces