I felt like there was a war inside me. There was the perfect rightness of being with Aly, fighting with the condemnation of family for feeling these things. How did Aly do it? I've know I was gay for more than decade, she's known for four months, yet I'm still fighting myself over it, and she had embraced it completely.
I wondered what Aly was thinking, if she was thinking anything. Didn't she say her mind went blank when she went to that place? She wasn't immersed, but she was dipping her toes in it now as we moved together. Only one way to find out I guess.
"What are you thinking, baby?"
"Mmm, not thinking, just feeling. Warm, happy."
"Ready to be warm and happy at home in bed?"
Her hand snaked up and around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. Our tongues caressed each other as fir
