Akira
I open my eyes drowsily as the first rays of sun hits my face. For a second my brain is blank before deeds of last night registers slowly. I frown, noticing Romero's absence in the tent.
Where is he?
Yawning I stand up and stretch my arms. My hands and neck have gone stiff but I'm not complaining. If I get to have night like yesterday's again I'd be more than happy to suffer this much of discomfort.
I pad through the tent and come out of it. Morning air baths me in it freshness, erupting all the laziness. Glancing around I find Romero standing by the edge of beach, wearing nothing but his boxers and looking so breathtakingly hot in his all pure male glory.
I ogle his form, trying to take everything in to draw him on my canvas. As if sensing my gaze he half turns and even from th
