Thomas
Elias’s skin was pale and smooth, almost translucent in the soft light of the sunrise. From the sofa, they had gone to bed, and Thomas had taken him again, making love with him slowly, letting himself feel the vibration of his body. The whisper of secret words that he hadn’t shared with a random lover echoed in his heart. But after all, there was nothing random any longer in his relationship with Elias. And maybe there had never been.
Elias moved and turned to one side, positioning himself in front of Thomas. His face was partially in the shadow and his mouth was open, his breathing soft and regular.
Thomas lifted a hand and lightly touched his nose, then his shoulder and his arm.
He would have continued for a long time if he hadn’t been afraid that Elias might wake up. It was s
