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"Hi. Sorry I'm late," I walked up to him and shook my hair out playfully. "It's pouring. Come out on the balcony with me." He had already called to cancel our dinner reservations, at my request. We were both dressed up for a night out but went nowhere. Barefoot on the wrought iron balcony, dancing in the warm summer rain, no music; just the sound of our breath being swallowed up entirely by the storm. We half waltzed, half stumbled, back into the apartment. Drunk on the sweet scents of the night and high on our own euphoria.

We closed the curtains but left the doors open so we could still hear the rain. The floors glistened; compliments of water dripping from rain drenched clothes. We stripped each other down, lightly caressing tender spots. A finger run down someone's back; lips graze the contour of a stomach; a slight nip at the base of one's neck. Gradually, we became more aggressive. Lovers who hadn't seen one another in, what felt like, an eternity. Scratches and bite marks; we made love on the couch to the soft dark glow of "Underworld". Almost too momentous to make a sound. Uttering low maons, biting your lip to contain yourself before dragging nails, deeply, across his lower back.

We lay entwined, entranced, practically glowing, in each other's arms.
"Gray..." I take one of his hands in mine. Radiating his own heat, his own passion. I run my fingers along his palm and turn to see the time; the clock said 2:26... 2:27. I got up and Gray held onto my hand.
"Where are you going?" he asked dazedly. "No, you know what? I don't care." He pulled me back onto the couch, "I'll never let you go." We both laughed and kissed each other. He let me get up the second time. I walked to the bathroom and brushed out my hair before stepping into the shower.

I closed my eyes and let the water cascade down my back; changing my hair from blonde to a sleek brown. It wasn't the same as our rain, but it was comforting enough. Steam covered the mirror, like frosted french doors, as soap inched down my skin. I cupped my hands and blew bubbles through the opening at the back. Soft translucent film drifted down onto the walls and floor and burst; ending a short yet beautiful life.

When I finally pulled myself away from the shower, I dried my hair and wrapped a towel around myself. Steam lofted out of the door as I opened it to leave the bathroom. Gray had pulled on loose sweatpants and was making panckaes. I smiled; he's happey, it's a good day.
"Romeo, Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo?"
He looked at me over his shoulder, grinned, then turned back around. I glanced at the clock again; 3:02. I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist; touched his chest; pressed a cheek against his back. I kissed the center of his spine and felt a brief shiver befall him.

French roast coffee shared over cloves and strawberry pancakes. Soft vanilla smoke wafted through the dim-lit dining room; frothed milk steamed on the tops of tan oceans contained in ceramic mugs. All of a sudden, projectile pancake flew in my direction. Retaliation; pretend to pout then throw a bigger piece of pancake.On went our war until we ran out of pancakes; He took a long, intiguing drag of his clove and said "Cest la gare." Then, he grinned and tackled me to the floor.

We, a collapsed one, were frozen in time; Two sets of deep, intense green eyes flashing with anticipation. I, the submissive prisoner, was being pinned down; held in a mysterious gaze. He, my dominator, layed down on top of me and let his elbows rest at my sides. His eyes flickered into a grayish green, the origin of his pet name. The color always entranced me, caught me off guard, left me vulnerable. He planted light kisses on my neck; the kisses turned into playful bites. I shivered; closed my eyes, arched my back so my stomach met his.

He kissed my left cheek. But he let his lips linger, as if he could absorb my very soul... Lord knows he'd love to. When we first met he said I was interesting because my soul was broken. He told me that he wanted me... wanted to help me pull my pieces back together. Then, to break the odd emotional moment, he said, "And we could duct tape it to make everything better." We shared a laugh and half a bottle of champagne while counting down the New Year on the 31st of July. That night took me for a spin in his gorgeous 1981 Chevy Camero. We breathed the stars and bore our hearts for the world's taking.

Of course, it felt like the hottest night of the year, so we left the windows down and just kept driving. He would reach over, just every so often, and lightly brush his hand against mine. Shivers and tingles are standard side effect of infatuation. But, even though I hid it well, he could sense my subtle anxiety. It's almost like we formed a connection; he could feel exactly what I was, but I still found him to be a mystery.

He slowed down on a country backroad and pulled into an unplanted field. He popped in a mix CD and turned it up. We got out and left the doors open. He took my hand, "Will you dance with me? Michael wants you to." He was refering to the CD; Michael Buble "You and I". "Of course I'll dance with you." We were giddy; dancing on clouds and living a whim.

A few songs went by and we went to sit on the hood of the car. We counted the stars, but he quickly tired of it and took to counting the freckles on my bare shoulders. This made my self counscious nature remember itself; I pulled on another shirt, despite the heat.
"Why are you so ashamed? You are what you are... you have what you were given. They are a part of what makes you, as a whole, so alluring."

I wanted to tell him. To bare my soul to this complete stranger... the stranger that I felt I had known forever. "I've just been invisible for so long," I strained to keep my voice steady, "It's hard to believe that someone can see and talk to me, let alone, touch me and enjoy my company."

He smiled and put an arm around my waist. He pulled me closer- so close, I could almost hear his heartbeat- and kissed me. The first person I had let kiss me without attachment. I felt safe, loved even. After a while, all I could feel was him. His hand on my back, his lips pressed against mine, his heart fluttering wildly behind a cage of bone and muscle.

His kiss let up and I looked up into his eyes; back to green, like clouds had lifted. He kissed my bottom lip and got up to go take a shower. For a while, I lay on the floor and listened to the rain. I got up and began walking toward the bedroom; this sacred temple.

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"Hi. Sorry I'm late," I walked up to him and shook my hair out playfully. "It's pouring. Come out on the balcony with me." He had already called to cancel our dinner reservations, at my request. We were both dressed up for a night out but went nowhere. Barefoot on the wrought iron balcony, dancing in the warm summer rain, no music; just the sound of our breath being swallowed up entirely by the storm. We half waltzed, half stumbled, back into the apartment. Drunk on the sweet scents of the night and high on our own euphoria.

We closed the curtains but left the doors open so we could still hear the rain. The floors glistened; compliments of water dripping from rain drenched clothes. We stripped each other down, lightly caressing tender spots. A finger run down someone's back; lips graze the contour of a stomach; a slight nip at the base of one's neck. Gradually, we became more aggressive. Lovers who hadn't seen one another in, what felt like, an eternity. Scratches and bite marks; we made love on the couch to the soft dark glow of "Underworld". Almost too momentous to make a sound. Uttering low maons, biting your lip to contain yourself before dragging nails, deeply, across his lower back.

We lay entwined, entranced, practically glowing, in each other's arms.
"Gray..." I take one of his hands in mine. Radiating his own heat, his own passion. I run my fingers along his palm and turn to see the time; the clock said 2:26... 2:27. I got up and Gray held onto my hand.
"Where are you going?" he asked dazedly. "No, you know what? I don't care." He pulled me back onto the couch, "I'll never let you go." We both laughed and kissed each other. He let me get up the second time. I walked to the bathroom and brushed out my hair before stepping into the shower.

I closed my eyes and let the water cascade down my back; changing my hair from blonde to a sleek brown. It wasn't the same as our rain, but it was comforting enough. Steam covered the mirror, like frosted french doors, as soap inched down my skin. I cupped my hands and blew bubbles through the opening at the back. Soft translucent film drifted down onto the walls and floor and burst; ending a short yet beautiful life.

When I finally pulled myself away from the shower, I dried my hair and wrapped a towel around myself. Steam lofted out of the door as I opened it to leave the bathroom. Gray had pulled on loose sweatpants and was making panckaes. I smiled; he's happey, it's a good day.
"Romeo, Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo?"
He looked at me over his shoulder, grinned, then turned back around. I glanced at the clock again; 3:02. I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist; touched his chest; pressed a cheek against his back. I kissed the center of his spine and felt a brief shiver befall him.

French roast coffee shared over cloves and strawberry pancakes. Soft vanilla smoke wafted through the dim-lit dining room; frothed milk steamed on the tops of tan oceans contained in ceramic mugs. All of a sudden, projectile pancake flew in my direction. Retaliation; pretend to pout then throw a bigger piece of pancake.On went our war until we ran out of pancakes; He took a long, intiguing drag of his clove and said "Cest la gare." Then, he grinned and tackled me to the floor.

We, a collapsed one, were frozen in time; Two sets of deep, intense green eyes flashing with anticipation. I, the submissive prisoner, was being pinned down; held in a mysterious gaze. He, my dominator, layed down on top of me and let his elbows rest at my sides. His eyes flickered into a grayish green, the origin of his pet name. The color always entranced me, caught me off guard, left me vulnerable. He planted light kisses on my neck; the kisses turned into playful bites. I shivered; closed my eyes, arched my back so my stomach met his.

He kissed my left cheek. But he let his lips linger, as if he could absorb my very soul... Lord knows he'd love to. When we first met he said I was interesting because my soul was broken. He told me that he wanted me... wanted to help me pull my pieces back together. Then, to break the odd emotional moment, he said, "And we could duct tape it to make everything better." We shared a laugh and half a bottle of champagne while counting down the New Year on the 31st of July. That night took me for a spin in his gorgeous 1981 Chevy Camero. We breathed the stars and bore our hearts for the world's taking.

Of course, it felt like the hottest night of the year, so we left the windows down and just kept driving. He would reach over, just every so often, and lightly brush his hand against mine. Shivers and tingles are standard side effect of infatuation. But, even though I hid it well, he could sense my subtle anxiety. It's almost like we formed a connection; he could feel exactly what I was, but I still found him to be a mystery.

He slowed down on a country backroad and pulled into an unplanted field. He popped in a mix CD and turned it up. We got out and left the doors open. He took my hand, "Will you dance with me? Michael wants you to." He was refering to the CD; Michael Buble "You and I". "Of course I'll dance with you." We were giddy; dancing on clouds and living a whim.

A few songs went by and we went to sit on the hood of the car. We counted the stars, but he quickly tired of it and took to counting the freckles on my bare shoulders. This made my self counscious nature remember itself; I pulled on another shirt, despite the heat.
"Why are you so ashamed? You are what you are... you have what you were given. They are a part of what makes you, as a whole, so alluring."

I wanted to tell him. To bare my soul to this complete stranger... the stranger that I felt I had known forever. "I've just been invisible for so long," I strained to keep my voice steady, "It's hard to believe that someone can see and talk to me, let alone, touch me and enjoy my company."

He smiled and put an arm around my waist. He pulled me closer- so close, I could almost hear his heartbeat- and kissed me. The first person I had let kiss me without attachment. I felt safe, loved even. After a while, all I could feel was him. His hand on my back, his lips pressed against mine, his heart fluttering wildly behind a cage of bone and muscle.

His kiss let up and I looked up into his eyes; back to green, like clouds had lifted. He kissed my bottom lip and got up to go take a shower. For a while, I lay on the floor and listened to the rain. I got up and began walking toward the bedroom; this sacred temple.