reed-wellington

We__l sleep when we__e tired. When we wake, I__l find a way to make you laugh and I__l live in the sound of it._ My throat gets tight because I long for that day to be now. __e__l find somewhere you__e never been and we__l make it ours__ill it with memories of us. That__ what I want._ I finish with the alcohol swab. Leaning close, I gently blow on his healing wound to ease the sting. Reed takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. __nd when we get that sleep, there will never be a your side or a my side of the bed__e__l always meet in the middle. And when I hold you there, in our bed, you__l let me rest my lips here._ Reed lets go of my hand to move his thumb to caress the sensitive skin of my neck just beneath my ear. I get swept up in him: my body his with one touch. I turn and rub my cheek gently against his palm. __nd we won__ rush...ever,_ I murmur, forgetting to be scared. I want that future with him. __he world can spin around us but we__l take our time, savor every moment._ My head rests on his shoulder. __ust you and me.