HT100 Challenge #70: *smooch* - In Anticipation
In Anticipation
Toby lies awake thinking of simple gestures. The depth of that voice grounding him when he flies apart in his nightmares. The gleam of those eyes spiraling warmth down into his gut. The heat of his smile sparking a touch-fire in his belly. His breath catches. “When did this happen,” he wonders? “When did it become important to see his face in the morning? When did my heart start to ache at the most innocent touch? When did I start to imagine what the brush of his lips must feel like against mine?” He falls asleep dreaming of Chris’ kiss.
Toby lies awake thinking of simple gestures. The depth of that voice grounding him when he flies apart in his nightmares. The gleam of those eyes spiraling warmth down into his gut. The heat of his smile sparking a touch-fire in his belly. His breath catches. “When did this happen,” he wonders? “When did it become important to see his face in the morning? When did my heart start to ache at the most innocent touch? When did I start to imagine what the brush of his lips must feel like against mine?” He falls asleep dreaming of Chris’ kiss.