Martin woke up feeling something heavy and warm on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a man's hand. He turned his head to see the storm of dark brown hair arranged against his face. The man slept peacefully cuddled up to him like a real lover.
Martin swallowed loudly. He had dreamed so many times about a morning like this that this moment also seemed unreal like a dream. Dawn rays illuminated Steve's neck and reflected off his shiny hair. Gently so as not to wake him up, Martin uncovered his face and saw a calm, beautiful profile.
He was afraid to move any further, although he was starting to feel numbness throughout his body. He knew that when Steve awoke, the spell of the moment would vanish, leaving him with nothing but memories.
