STRANGER THINGS
It's still dark when I glance out the window, a furnace warming my back and when I turn, I find Grayson still sleeping or pretending to when his eyes slide open finding mine. His hands reach over pulling me closer to him because somehow we're able to be closer than just flesh meeting flesh. My feet draped over his thighs, chest crashing against his flat one, his fingers threading through my hair.
"You're awake. "
"So are you, " He responds.
"You're also still here. "
"Yes, "
I play with the lightly spread hairs that decorate his chest, my head against his pecs listening as night slowly fades with the sounds of crickets. My chest constricts tightly with all the questions I have swirling inside my head, but decide to leave them until the morn.
I woke to tangled limbs and drool, which I quickly confiscated. I can't believe I've found myself this comfortable within the embrace of a man. Well, grant it, all that bed ruffling couldn't exactly be considered child's play.
