I lay watching Ray as golden morning light stole over his face the next morning. It was an unlooked-for miracle. After a year of stolen glances, cold showers, and lucid dreams, I'd finally been allowed to see him exposed, hear Ray moan, feel the burn of his stubble on my thighs, and taste myself on his skin. I hadn't slept. I didn't dare.
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Date: 2008-04-24 01:02 am (UTC)Guh. This is gorgeous.