The weak sunlight washing over my legs made me moan. Waking up in a different bed with a different person while I was exposed should’ve been strange. Another man’s scent covering my body, the different sheets against my skin, the weight of the bed that was heavier on the other side, were indications that a space that was so special to someone was instead being shared by two. It voiced the idea of commitment.
This was peculiar to me.
The indelible moment that he and I had experienced last night drove me to recall that this should be normal moving forward. This was the kind of normal that I preferred.
My eyes glazed in the morning dew of healthy sleep. The slight humming on his lips and his soft breaths hitting on my neck sounded perfect. I wished this would be something that we could do
