DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. Just playing with them and getting only your comments as reward (hopefuly). Also, I beg for your forgiveness if there's anything wrong with the grammar and/or spelling (I live in Argentina and my first language is spanish, so... you know). Enjoy!
SOMETIMES (Reid Oliver)
Sometimes I want to be back in my apartment. Back in Dallas. Times like when Luke's family gets into yet another drama or when Luke and I have a fight. Sometimes, I'd rather be anywhere else but in the same room that my boyfriend. Luciano "Luke" Snyder is a beautiful man, but he can be really infurating at times. And childish. Very childish.
But there are other times when I'd give up my career so I could be with him. Like when he's so stressed because of his family's constant drama that he pulls me into a tight embrance, searching for the comfort only I (as an external factor) can give him.
Or this other times, happier times, like when we get a weekend off and go watch a movie. I'm fascinated by the way our hands interlace in public and neither of us give a shit about it. I secretly think that Luke loves it since Noah wasn't a very PDA person.
Then I love the way his lips lock with mine when we get back home. They are softer than silk and I'm sure I've grown addicted to them. And after some passionate xxx, we kiss lazily for ages until we fall asleep in each other arms.
The following morning, I can't help but smile because breakfast is always waiting for me. Don't get me wrong, I love Luke, but food…
"Morning" I say, pulling him into my arms and kissing him hard on the lips.
"Morning, Reid" he replies, breaking the kiss, leaving a toast's taste in my mouth.
It's Monday now, so after breakfast I have to rush to hospital, but I always take my time to give Luke some more kisses before leaving. He will always make fun of me because of my romantic side, but I know better. I made him confess once that, actually, when I have to leave at night because of an emergency, he has a really bad day because of the lack of kissing.
"I love you" he says, letting go of my mouth at last. "Have a good day."
"Same to you" I reply. And kissing him again I add "I love you too, Luciano."
Oh, I love that grin of his when I call him that.
Yeah, sometimes it seems like everything is going to hell. But most times, the simplest grin from my boyfriend reminds me my reason for living: Luciano Snyder. And his worth everything. Always.
