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Even settled soundly into bed, his body looked restless under the consuming warmth of the blankets. Under usual circumstances, I'd act as the covers that wrapped around him but I didn't want to wake him.
He smiles weakly in his sleep not unlike the manner in which he smiles at me to reassure me he'll be okay. He mumbles my name and smiles a bit wider, "I'm only pretending to sleep," he says gingerly as I watch his heavy eyes open and beckon me towards him.
I smiled back at the sleepiness of his voice and in the back of my mind I recall the radiating heat of the inside of his thighs and how just a few nights ago, how our sweat kept our bodies glued in a slippery mess of salted skin and steaming lust that floated off of us into the same dreamy like haze that constantly seemed to follow us.
I smiled down at him, the toothless grin I knew he loved as he tried to sit up but weakly gave up before I'd found myself kneeling at his side.
"Sleep, Cris... you have your surgery tomorrow."
He grinned back and reached out to touch my face. The inside of his was palm hot enough to sear my cheeks. He pulled my mouth close enough that he could steal my breath from between my lips.
He mumbled softly, "I don't need surgery, love. Come here and kiss it better."
He smiles weakly in his sleep not unlike the manner in which he smiles at me to reassure me he'll be okay. He mumbles my name and smiles a bit wider, "I'm only pretending to sleep," he says gingerly as I watch his heavy eyes open and beckon me towards him.
I smiled back at the sleepiness of his voice and in the back of my mind I recall the radiating heat of the inside of his thighs and how just a few nights ago, how our sweat kept our bodies glued in a slippery mess of salted skin and steaming lust that floated off of us into the same dreamy like haze that constantly seemed to follow us.
I smiled down at him, the toothless grin I knew he loved as he tried to sit up but weakly gave up before I'd found myself kneeling at his side.
"Sleep, Cris... you have your surgery tomorrow."
He grinned back and reached out to touch my face. The inside of his was palm hot enough to sear my cheeks. He pulled my mouth close enough that he could steal my breath from between my lips.
He mumbled softly, "I don't need surgery, love. Come here and kiss it better."