Michael and I hadn't seen each other for a few hours, and we missed each other so much that we couldn't wait to merge into each other's blood and bones.
And in this passion, I faintly felt a sense of uneasiness.
Not just mine but Michael's as well. But none of us mentioned this.
We gave ourselves to each other as much as we could, as if the intertwining of our bodies was the most essential thing in the world.
Michael and I were lying side by side on the bed. My hand was on his chest, slowly combing the lines of his muscles. I would never get tired of the feeling. Michael was the best. Michael smiled satisfactorily. He pressed me on his body, and I looked up at him.
I hesitated for a moment before saying, "Michael, I'm afraid."
