Roane
Lying naked beside me, Sux giggles on the bed. "I should be at work," he says.
"I don't want you to be at work," I reply a little too sadly.
Actually, I need him to be here a while longer with me.
So I place my leg over his body and press my ear against his chest, listening to the lub dub of his heartbeat, almost as if I've never heard a heart working before. But his own feels different, honestly. It fascinates me.
Or maybe it's just love.
I keep enjoying the rise and fall of his breathing, though, noticing the way it is lifting my head up and bringing it down. What's more? His chest hair is so comfortable it feels like a layer of silk.
The conclusion of the matter is that this is home.
There is nowhere else I want to be. Sux is who I need to be with. So he isn't going anywhe
