When Bruce touches your warm skin, he immediately forgets about everything. There are only the two of you left… a warm evening when you walked through the streets, a saxophone playing, the back rows of a movie theater, and wine.

Earlier, there was a winter morning, not quite light and not quite dark yet and the warmth of his body is keeping you warm. You haven’t fully woken up. You couldn’t remember how you fell asleep together only fleeting, softly whispered tender words… and the wine already at his estate.

You wish you could relive it again…

“Mmm… already awake..?” a hoarse, sleepy voice murmured against your shoulder.