I could stay in this bed forever - my head cozily laying on Maximo’s hard yet comfortable chest, his warm hands on my bare body as if he didn’t ever want to let me go, not even in our sleep, and his breathing calm and comforting on an early Saturday morning.
Weekends were my favorite. At least, for the few hours that I had him until he needed to leave every. darn. time.
But of course, I understood. I could never just have him all to myself, as much as I wanted to, because he had other duties he needed to attend to. Even though he wouldn’t tell me what they were. I was never the suspicious type, much less with Maximo because he never gave off the feeling that you were second best, as if there was someone else I was competing with in his life.
No. Not at all. With him, I was always num
