What a day it had been. A day filled with dewy optimism and a sense of bubbling contentment. But at the same time there was trepidation and hesitance. I still don’t know if it was him or me and to be honest i think it was a bit of both, but neither of us were willing to make the revered “first move”. So I waited as I suspected he did too. Whatever the case, the day had been an overwhelming success, both in his eyes and mine and I suspect his family’s too. Oh how deep I’d fallen in so brief a space
That evening as I prepared to leave and we talked about mundane things like television shows and music, the wheels in my mind were labouring overtime. From the moment he picked me up at the bus stop, I’d stolen every little glance and touch I could get. A brush of the arm here a glimpse of those eyes there. At this point I was brimming with a thirst I don’t think I ever had. And the prospect of leaving not only had me rather somber but anxious as well. So in the end I decided the ball was in my court and had been all along.
As he walked out of his room with me trailing behind, the instant he turned the light off, in a moment of complete clarity I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward me. It all seems so rushed now but at the time It was as though Morpheus himself had upon a sudden cast his blanket of dreams over just the two of us. I remember our lip smashing together rather clumsily in the dark but oh so quickly melt into the sweetest juncture of my life. Oh how soft and sweet his lips were. And with every breath I simply fell deeper and deeper. We stood there in that dark room, frantic, for heaven knows how long. And when we finally broke all I could do was giggle. There we stood holding one another. It was the most lusciously perfect end to a perfect day.
For Him
