Derek and I spend all night pleasuring each each other. We finally pass out from exhaustion, fully spent. So, the alarm clock screaming at me jolts me awake. My head is pounding, body sore, and my muscles ache. I groan as I reach up to turn it off the annoying sound. Derek grabs a hold of my wrist before I can get out of bed. I turn to look at him. My heart plummets as I see the look in his face. He’s looking at me with sad desperation. I wrap him up, in the fiercest hug that I can manage, and wait for him to finish crying. I hold back my tears, knowing that it would only make it worse. Some would say that a man crying means that they are weak. To me, though, it shows strength and love. He loves me enough to show me his feelings. This breaks my heart even more. I won’t let him see it, thou
