The Next Day

We slept through.

The alarm sounded at 6am.

Steve’s face looked great on the pillow next to me. “Wake up sleep head.”

“I can’t believe I’m here,” Steve croaked. “It’s a… dream.”

“I pinched him.”

“Hey!”

“It’s not a dream.”

I chased him into the shower with a slap on his sexy bare arse. We washed each other. Soap, hot water, smooth skin. We had to get ready and go.

“I love this,” I said. I dried myself with my towel.

“So, we can do it again?” he said. He dried himself with his towel.

“I hope.”

“Me too.”

I gave him undies. I tried to pull them off him again, after he put them on. “Hey. Stop.”

“That almost sounded believable.”

“It almost was.”

“But we have to go,” we said together.

I gave him a shirt and suit pants, that didn’t fit him exactly, but they fitted him okay enough.

We both ate muesli and drank coffee. It was really nice.

We left for work together.

“I have to give these back to you.” He motioned to what he was wearing with both his hands.

“I know.”

“So, I have to see you again?”

“It looks like it.”

We stood and gazed at each other. Then we turned and walked away.

I turned and looked back, as Steve turned and looked back. I ran to Steve and kissed him on the mouth. “Have a lovely day.”

“I will now,” said Steve. “I will now.”

“Me too.”


I couldn’t stop thinking about him all day.