He blushed and tried to cover himself, but I caught his wrists and kissed him, murmuring, “Don’t hide from me. “Which is possible.” He reached for his coffee and sipped, then hissed at the temperature, grinning. Gay sex “Do you always wake up this early?” he asked.“Only if someone is drooling on me.” I poked him in the ribs with my toe. We’re both figuring it out.”He nodded, but his eyes darted away, searching for something to anchor himself. I just lay there, listening to the soft cadence of his breath and thought: this, at last, is enough.I woke first, with Joe’s arm thrown across my stomach and his knees knocking into my calves. I sucked and licked, eyes watering, loving the wild rhythm of his hips. I lay there long enough to watch the pale light smear itself across the lines of Joe’s back, to listen to him breathe in long lungfuls, to try to remember the last time I’d woken up and actually wanted to stay in bed with a stranger—no, not a stranger.
