There: Part 2

Drinks with friends and Cards Against Humanity. I was pressed into the left side of my caramel Samoan and Italian Adonis. He was talking a sip from his bottle of beer, tipping it towards whomever he was talking to. I was focusing as much as I could on the side of his face. He truly was genetically blessed from his raven locks to his chocolate brown eyes that he insisted on wearing colored contacts over, down to his pouty lips that just needed to be kissed. Low buns, t-shirt and jeans. He was there. Right there next to me and only the gods and goddesses knew why.

I was restless as usual. Tossing and turning to get comfortable. Nothing was helping. Beating the shit out of the pillows, under the sheets and comforter, no comforter and just the sheet. Nothing. I just wanted to sleep, but I could feel the fog coming.

'DO NOT, let this get to you. Don't do this right now.'

Even with his touch as light as a butterfly landing on a flower, I felt his fingertips against my arm. He was there. I brushed my fingers against his. It was the only way to let him know I knew he was there.

But it was already too late.

I walked to the bathroom and temporarily blinded myself with the white fluorescent light. I braced the counter, hanging my head before I looked up into the mirror.

The fog had arrived.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

And I was gone.

"You alright in there?"

He was still there, but nothing came out of my mouth.

He came in the bathroom, keeping his brown eyes on me as I stood there looking between my hands bracing the countertop and my face in the mirror. Was that me? I couldn't focus on the mirror anymore, as my head and eyes both dropped to stare at my hands instead.

"Are you okay?"

He had to ask. He always did. His deep baritone voice was full of concern. Concern that I'm sure could be found in his chocolate orbs too.

I wanted to reassure him. I felt myself try to smile. I felt his muscular arms around my waist.

"I'm fine."

It was out of my mouth before I realized it. I lightly ran my fingers along his arms.

He loosened his grip on me and followed me out of the bathroom. I walked over to my side of the bed and got in. He turned the bathroom light off and joined me.

I leaned over him to grab the remote off of his side table and turned the tv off.

The room was as dark as I felt.

Then I felt him. There, pulling me into him. Legs and arms tangling, both of our heads sharing a pillow. Our breath mixing.

I felt his lips on my forehead.

Then nothing.

He was there holding me close, but he was asleep. I snuggled as close as I could before drifting off into another night of restless slumber.

I woke up before he did. I lied there facing him, admiring how peaceful he looked, until his handsome features contorted as if he were in pain.

I nudged him as I sat up, bunching the comforter and sheet around my hips, but he didn't respond.

I put my left hand on his right shoulder and shook him hard enough to earn a response.

He swung his arm upwards almost catching me in the face.

"EASY! What's wrong?"

I dodged his flailing arm trying to calm him.

His eyes went wide.

"You're here." He spoke as his brown eyes focused on me.

"I could leave if you'd like." I teased and actually managed a small playful smile.

"NO!" He said louder than he intended.

"Jesus, what has gotten into you?"

"I'm sorry. I had a really fucked up dream." He dragged his hand, first up then down, his face.

He went on explaining.

"The beginning happened, but then we just went to sleep. I told you I was fucked up?"

"Yeah, just like that actually." He had a crooked, small half smile on his face.

"I am, but you know that. Or I'm sure you've figured it out by now."

"I don't give a shit about that. We take care of each other mentally and physically..."

"Ever the horn dog." I teased as I lied back down facing him once again. My chuckle was tinged with lust.

I was staring at this beautiful man that was the sun in my life.

My sun was there, bright, warm and willing to burn the fog away.

"I love you." His voice was a low rumble in his chest, but very clear as he spoke. He used the knuckle of his right index finger to slightly tip my head up. My hazel eyes locked on his brown ones. He wanted me to know.

There he was. No prompt. No pretenses. No uncertainties.

I smiled. I smiled and it had to have lit up my whole face. It had to have shown in my eyes. I know it showed in the blush that I could feel in my cheeks.

He gave me a still slightly sleepy half smile.

"I love you too."

There he was.

I lightly stroked the side of his face, along his stubbly jaw line.

Then suddenly, he was everywhere; a beautiful tangle of his lips, hands, teeth, arms, legs and skin.

There in the heat. There in the afterglow. There in the warmth and comfort.

There we were.