Kapitel 122: Chapter 122: Confidants, Part 1

Michael

I sleep the sleep of the blessed. After the trauma of the last several weeks, the differences between James, Charlotte and myself are resolved and life is….

…. perfect….

I wake, eyelids heavy as I drift on the edge of sleep….

…. From a tumble of white sheets, a pair of jewelled green eyes emerge, framed by a riot of copper-red hair….

And she’s there, head resting on the pillow: emerald-eyed, dark-lashed, pale and beautiful, watching me as I wake. As I focus, and the pieces of the world drop into place, her lips curve.

“Good morning.” Charlotte’s voice is soft.

“Good morning,” I return.

Usually, her smile gallops straight to my groin, but this morning…

I edge closer to her, angling my mouth to reach. As our lips brush, her eyes close and her hand slips across my face and into my hair, caressing and kneading.

My cock’s listening in and gives an interested twitch….

Down Boy….