The next morning, I wake up with Neil curled around me. We’re both naked and sated. We didn’t have penetrative s*x last night, but we had both found release multiple times throughout the night. In Neil’s arms, in the dark, I felt safe and contented.
But now, with the dawn light shining in through the windows, a sense of foreboding fills me. I’ve learned from previous nights with the Hayes brothers, that words whispered in the dark were often rescinded in the morning light.
As Neil rouses, he holds me to him. His front is lining my back with his arms strong around my waist. We fit well together, like two perfectly-shaped puzzle pieces.
I treasure the moment, mentally locking it away. I wish I could freeze time, and keep everything just like this.
But then Neil wakes up more, and he star
