I wake to a weight across my body. I don’t open my eyes yet because I know what it is. I can hear the rain falling and it puts me at ease. I can hear thunder in the distance and feel his heartbeat on my arm. He’s so warm, especially his manhood, which is pressed up against my thigh. His head is against my shoulder and every time he exhales it tickles my collarbone a bit.
Never before have I felt the need to protect and love anything or anyone as I do him. I look down at him and feel so incredibly lucky. I smile to myself because he’s my everything. From his tan skin to his curly black hair. His soft lips to his well manicured fingers and toes. From those beautiful green eyes to his vast intelligent mind.
Even with the breeze bringing in the smell of Fall, the smell of him makes it seem faint. He’s my drug just as much as I am his. Intense, frightening and nerve wracking. That’s what I feel because I love him so much. I know he’s awake, he’s stopped snoring.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
“Mattina, il mio uccellino canterino,” he says as he props himself up on one arm. He looks intently into my eyes. Seeking an answer I was too afraid to give last night.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he asks hesitantly. I hold up my hand with the ring on it. He looks at it then back to me.
“Yes.”
A smile spreads across his face then lightning flashes. I sit up quickly and look around. I’m all alone. The sun is shining and my room is burning up, from the summer heat. It was just a dream. I hold back a tear as I feel the finger the ring was on in the dream.
“Damn.”
