Searching for the key
Waking up in a strange bed was new for me, causing me to be disoriented. Drew had slept in his boxers, his large, almost naked frame wrapped around me in his tiny bed. I am sure he rationalized it after how intimate we were before, but I was absolutely horrified when I woke up. His bulge was pressing into my leg and his hand under my shirt; I took deep and steady breathes, trying to keep myself leveled. He was my boyfriend, right? He wanted to be close to me, touch me even, and that was OK.
Even with his eyes closed, I felt like he could see through me, "You okay love?"
Placing my hand on his chest, "Of course," I leaned up and pecked his lips.
His face scrunched, "Ew, morning breath." He laughed, that big boisterous laugh, opening his eyes. I stared into them for just a moment, taken aback with how perfect they seemed.
