Ian
Waking up in the arms of my boyfriend should not feel different than any other time I woke up in his arms while he was technically still not my boyfriend. But it is. Different I mean.
As I slowly open my eyes, happy for the little white clouds hiding the sun so it is not shining brightly at my eyes, I wrap my leg around Victor’s waist and pull him towards me. Just like all the other times I found myself in this position, he is half-hard already and I am contemplating waking him up in the naughtiest way I can think of. I finally decide against it, happy to just feel him next to me, enjoying his body heat and the feeling of being grounded for the first time in ages. It’s like him being here again fixed everything that was shitty in my life and I should not be this happy but I can’t f
