We didn’t have s*x that afternoon, although I wanted to in the most animalistic nature. Instead, we had a little too much to drink in my apartment, shed some clothes, danced to a few Lady Gaga songs, and watched a string of episodes of The Vampire Diaries.
Eventually, Colm fell asleep against my right shoulder while sitting beside me on the sofa. He slept against my frame, using my shoulder as a pillow. His right hand wrapped around my stomach and held me as if I were a teddy bear. And there, under his touch, caught up in his simple spell of attraction, his tangy and wintry smell of light sweat, the man’s breath gently applied to my neck, I listened to his soft snoring. Thereafter, I, too, drifted off to sleep, happy to be at his side. We resembled a monogamous couple in love when we real
