Ian
Victor spends the night in my bed. Again. I didn’t even have to ask him this time. Once we slowly came down from the post f**k haze, he stood up and carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing to him, just like last night. He took me to the bathroom and cleaned me up and brought me to my bed, kissing me and holding me like I was something precious.
Even now he is pressing me to himself like he is afraid I will disappear the second he lets go. I don’t mind his closeness. It lets me take big lungfuls of his scent and pretend we belong to each other. The day he had helped me so much to get back to myself and having him so close made me let go of all the fears that would definitely plague me if I was alone.
We are laying in bed, touching each other freely and I feel a special kind of war
