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The sunrise’s mild sunbeams and whispering breeze gently awakened me from a harmless sleep in unwitting. I raised myself on my elbows and wondered why I had woken up by this time. I looked down on the man whose embrace kept me safe and warm at night. His saintly soft face reflected the sunrise’s mellow shades and my heart swelled only of the beauty sight of him. I bended down to lightly brush my lips against his.
“Dominic.” I whispered, half to myself because I knew he would hardly wake up. “I love you.”
It was almost difficult to say it out loud when I knew he couldn’t hear me. Somehow I needed him to always know that I longed for him and could impossible live without his near.
I looked out through the window. It was still dark, but the sunbeams came creeping behind the hill, casting long majestic shadows. I looked down on Dom again. I couldn’t watch him enough. The sharp of his nose, the deep grey of his amazing glance hidden behind heavy eyelids and delicate dark blonde eyelashes. Those firm pink lips that could slacken every inch of me, which could whisper the most craved and beautiful words to me. The strong, yet slim, arms that could rock me to sleep and hold me tight until I forgot time and space. There was nothing about him that I did not love. Not even when he could be as witty and smart-assed as only he could.
I pulled myself out of bed, gasping at the sudden cold that hit my bare feet as I stood up on the floor. Shuddering with cold, wearing only boxers (I’m amazed I did even wear that), I ran to dress myself in Dom’s fluffy dressing gown before picking up my clothes. I pulled my blue jeans and two warm sweaters on before turning around to look at Dom again, smiling just of the sight of him.
I went downstairs to get a woollen scarf and put my shoes on to step out in the cold autumn morning. The night frost spread out as a thin white blanket of early snow and I began my way up on the hill. As I reached the top I gazed on the indistinct horizon that seemed so far away. The landscape before me shone in every hue of yellow and red, gently touched by the smooth breeze. I sat down, cross-legged, closed my eyes and just inhaled the early morning. As I sat alone, trying to accumulate all the thoughts that spun around in my head, I felt a hand running through my hair.
“’Morning, beautiful.” Dominic purred in my ear. “You’re sneaking up early. Wanted to be alone?”
“Alone? Without you? Never in life, Dom. I just didn’t want to wake you up. You looked like an angel where you were sleeping.”
He chuckled and sat down beside me before looking deeply into my eyes. “You look like an angel, whether you’re sleeping or not.”
I laughed, cuddled in his embrace and kissed his throat. “You’re so cheesy, Dominic. But I love it.”
He threw his arms around me and kissed me hungrily. I opened my eyes and looked at him. My God, he was the most beautiful I had even seen. He took my breath away, quite literally physically, but also mentally. I rested my hand upon his cheek.
“You’re cold.” He said and pulled me closer.
“You’re not.” I purred and nuzzled up in his lap. I rested my cheek against his chest and gazed out over the landscape, finally embraced by the rising sun. A cold breeze ruffled my hair and made me cling tighter onto Dom. I realised what such a perfect moment this was; embraced my best friend, the man I loved the most, watching a new day broke.
“Matt?”
I looked up on him. “Yes?”
“I don’t say this because I’m cheesy, I say it because I mean it - you’re the best that ever happened me.”
My heart swelled as I looked up in his grey eyes. “R-really?” Was the only thing I managed to breathe, mesmerized by his desired glance.
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Yes, Matthew, really.”
I took his hand and we just sat watching the sun spreading its light over us and we didn’t say anything until it stood high above the horizon.
“Can we go back inside?” I said, looking up on him.
He looked back down on me and the smile he gave me could have kept me warm for a living. “Of course.”
He stood up and extended his hand. I took it and he pulled us chest to chest as I stood up before him.
“So beautiful.”
He took my hand and we started to head back against our house. Stepping inside the hall again we hung our clothes off and climbed the stairs to go back to bed. I stripped down to tee and boxers and cuddled up under the covers. I had a look at Dom just as he pulled his sweater over his head and his slim stomach was revealed, the smooth of his skin making my fingers itch to touch him. He tossed in my direction and climbed into bed in boxers and socks only. The stiffness I didn’t know I held slackened immediately as I felt the warmth from his heavy chest against my shoulder blades.
“Good night, Dominic.” I breathed.
“I’d rather say ‘good morning’.” He smiled and started to kiss my lower neck.
I smiled and reached behind myself to search his hand and intertwined it with my own onto my stomach, his strong arms now holding me as tight as I craved.
I started to sing, his kisses stopping and I felt him rest his face against my shoulder. I was just going to wish him sweet dreams when I felt his heavy breath against my skin confirm that he already slept.
And I realised that my very own sweet dreams would always follow me, be with me, love me, as well as they already slept upon my shoulder.