Waking Up To You Is Like... Presents

Gideon Was A Force Of Nature, His Magnetic Self-possession So Powerful It Put Everyone Around Him In His Shadow. I Saw Flashes Of It Every Day And Was Awed By It, But Not Nearly As Much As I Was By The Charming, Wryly Amusing Lover I Had Entirely To Myself In Our Private Moments Together.

What’s A Little Calming Distraction For Your Girlfriend In The Midst Of World Entertainment Domination?” “i’d Stop The World From Spinning For You.” That Silly Line Oddly Touched Me. “i Love You.” “liked That One, Did You?

Do You Want To Suck Face Or Not?” “suck Face?” His Head Fell Back And He Laughed, His Chest Vibrating Against Me. It Was A Lusty, Full-bodied Sound And My Toes Curled At Hearing It. Gideon Laughed So Rarely. My Hands Slid Under His Sweater And Glided Over That Warm Skin. My Lips Moved Over His Jaw. “is That A No?” “angel, I’ll Suck On Any Part Of Your Body I Can Get My Mouth On.

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.

Most Suits Made The Man. Gideon Did Things To A Three-piece Suit That Should've Been Illegal.