I WANT YOU

Andy strolls to the kitchen, his whiff being the first thing to announce his arrival. I don't turn to meet him because I am involved in arranging the cups on the tray for breakfast. He encircles his arms around my stomach from behind, giving me a peck on the neck.

This has been blathering on for weeks now, and I am fascinated by what we have. He has been passionate but respectful all the same. He has opened up to me a lot, and I suppose this has done him a lot of good.

This is all that I wished for. For him to be unrestricted with me. For him to entrust his secrets to me. He hasn't said a word about him being entirely ready, but I know we are making progress. He is a man of few to no words, but I can point it out from his eyes and the way he behaves with me lately. I can sense that he is gradually getting out of the cage he has been living in for four years now.

I am mesmerised by how sweet and childish he acts with me at times. Those times, he just hugs me out of the blue. Those ti