Sleep Over

Steve came over and stayed the night, something about his flat mate having a party and only drop kicks were going to be present.

He laughed and said something about us now being married and it didn't fill me full of fear, or make me laugh and think, yeah, as if.

I didn't want to push him away. In fact, I thought, okay, yeah, alright I'll marry you, before I could stop myself, before I could think. Of course, I didn't say the words, I didn't say it out loud, I didn't say it to him, there is safety in silence, after all.

I woke early and Steve was in my gaze as soon as my eyes opened. I was surprised... oh yeah... not alone. Then I just looked at him, in his sleep, in the stillness and he looked beautiful, handsome.

I touched his jaw line with my fingertips, gently, so as not to wake him, even though I was feeling horny for him. I slipped a finger under his nose and felt his gentle exhales, that was cool... feeling his energy when he doesn't know he's giving it.

I brushed the hair across his forehead and gazed at him some more.