As I lay savouring the taste of weight of the man I loved, as he rested on top of me, I felt a pricking of tears and ran my fingers though his hair.
I lost my parents, when I was small and Rufus, had his father but couldn’t communicate with him.
But I was happy that I had him back with me again.
I ran my fingers lightly over his back, traced the ridge of his spine, then curved my hand against the back of his neck and brushed my fingers against his neck, loving him totally.
He made a soft sound against my ear and shifted slightly. “Am I too heavy, darling?”
I shook my head vigorously, letting him know that, he was not that heavy and I was actually loving the way I was holding him.
He turned his head and I could see the curve of his smile in the moonlight that spilled thr
