Wednesday, January 30, 2013


     Sunlight streaming in from the single window bathed him in ethereal light. He slept deeply, no doubt as the result of yesterday's move. We'd only been able to throw a couple of sheets and a bunch of pillows on the mattress before collapsing into an exhausted heap. 
     My hand lay over his hip and I relished the heat of him, the softness of his skin, and the gentle movements of his sleeping breaths. I admired his rough ginger beard, the feathering of hair in his armpit, and thought about how we would spend the next twenty-four hours. 
     To hell with unpacking. I vowed then and there to christen every room of the apartment before the sun went down this evening. I'd let him sleep for now. He'd need his strength...

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