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“Tired?” I ask, smiling.
“I am,” he says. “But food.”
“The eternal struggle,” I laugh.
“Food wins,” he says, chuckling.
“Food is your happy place.”
He frowns and shakes his head.
“No more.”
“What? What do you mean?”
The look on his face is very thoughtful. He raises himself up and rests his head on his elbow.
“You.”
“Me?”
“You,” he says, touching my nose with his forefinger. “You are my happy place.”
I choke and can’t say anything. It swells out of my chest and my throat is too tight a space for all these feelings. Even my chest isn’t big enough. These feelings are way too much to be contained inside my body. I don’t know what to do with them and the overwhelm of it leaves me feeling teary eyed, yet ecstatic all at once.
“Bhoja,” I choke out, then stop shaking my head unable to say more.
I can’t speak so I do what I can. I jump on top of him. As I kiss him I reach underneath myself and find his cock, hard and ready for service. I happily slide down onto his dick and we fuck hard, but slow.
We fuck until both of us are satisfied for the moment but once we finish yet again the demands of food are more insistent than before. He slips out of bed and reaches for his pants.
“Stop,” I order.
He freezes exactly where he was. Half-bent over, partially turned away. It’s beautiful. His tightly sculpted ass and his cock hanging between his legs. I slide off the bed and sidle up behind him. I run my hands over his back then down to cup his ass.
“Yes?” he asks.
“I like this ass,” I say. “I like you.”
“I love you,” he says.
It comes out of nowhere. I was in no way prepared for not only the words, but the truth that resonates in them. And the depths of feelings they create inside of me send me reeling. I fall back onto the bed and he slowly turns, frowning.
“I am sorry,” he says. “I did not mean to?—”
I stop him by raising a finger between us. I can’t speak my own truth. Not yet and not because I don’t want to but because the truth is too big. I’m back into this point of words not fitting through my body which seems to be on the verge of shutting down like some kind of circuit blowing.
I blink, swallow, and breathe, trying to get control of both my body and my thoughts. His words echo in my head. The truth echoes not only in my head, but in my heart.
I’ve debated this to death. Looked at it from every angle. Tried to discount it. To deny it. But what else are these feelings? Any other name I would put to them is a lie. This is it. The big L, the word, the concept, the idea.
“I love you,” I say.
It comes out in a hoarse whisper but it’s out there. It’s real, put into the universe and as it leaves my lips I feel like it clicks in my head and heart. I love him.
An uncertain smile spreads over his face and he kneels before me. Taking my hands gently in his he stares into my eyes, waiting, or forming his own words I’m not sure. I shake my head, smiling now too, and tears of pure joy fill my eyes.
“You are okay?” he asks, touching my face.
