8 Baby steps

I open my eyes slowly and feel my body on another. Part of my body is lying on top his body and his hands are on my back, locking me firmly to his body.

How did we get here?

The events of last night come flushing into my brain and I feel my cheek reddening. My eyes settle on his shirtless upper body and I shamelessly check it out. I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side.

I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise