Elizabeth Brooks
Condo, La
March 28, 2002 (the next day)
I woke up and started to stretch my sore limbs but then found that I was not alone. I turned in his arms and watched him as he slept peacefully. He looked so innocent and calm. I smiled at what took place only a few hours ago and how much I enjoyed every minute of it.
After I un-cuffed him from my bed, his arms feel weakly to his side; he rubbed them tenderly before he held me into his arms to cuddle under the sheets.
I laughed and kissed him soothingly on the lips. His eyes were shut but there was a wide smile plastered on his face. “I think you broke my bed” I teased.
“I think you broke my hips” He mumbled, half asleep.
“Maybe you’re just getting old.” I responded as I moved his hair out of his face. “Unable to keep up. I wi
