I Love Him.
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A/N and inspirations: Yes... Simple Title. So, yeah, Flack loves Aiden and Aiden loves Flack. Written in Aiden's POV. Check it out. Leave me a comment.
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Somewhere in the midst of chaos, I manage to close my eyes and get away. Among the profanities that are being shouted, and noise of the subway bolting by like a streak of lighting, I find my Heaven. Some people think I'm crazy when I seam to zone out, often saying my name a few times before finally shaking my shoulder gently before I snap out of my day dream. But who can blame me? If you were in love with him, you'd be dreaming all the time for sure.
I live for the moments I can trap him between myself and the wall and kiss him better than I had the night before. I swear, no one is luckier than me to have a great guy like Don. He's perfect. From his thick black hair, to his hot ass, and onto his toes. He is all gorgeous. He's also a very loving man. That's new for me. I've never had loving men in my life, until now.
He makes me feel safe. He gives me my space when I need to be alone. He knows that I am an indepentdant person that doesn't want to be messed with when I'm feeling bitchy. He's wonderful like that.
I'll see him tonight. He's taking me to a Rolling Stones Concert in Times Square, on his new bike. Yeah, the sexy bastard went out and bought a bike. Who would have guessed? Him? A bike? Sheesh! I have to admit, he has guts to drive a cycle in this mad traffic here. I think he bought it to impress me- not that I don't mind the attention. It's cute.
Someone is saying my name. It's Don. He shakes my sholder and asks what I'm doing standing alone in the subway station. I tell him I was just thinking. He asks what about. I tell him I love him and that I'm lucky to have him. I love him. I really, truly do. I better snap out of it now. He's ready to go.
Till I dream again...