I glance over at the clock sitting on the nightstand and I know I need to get up. There are things I have to do, but right now all I want is to lay here. I don’t want to think about anything else but this moment with this man wrapped around me. I feel like I’m lying on a fluffy, warm cloud without a worry in the world.
I still can’t believe that I took a man home from the bar last night. I slide my hand up his broad chest, loving every ridge. It’s nice to wake up with someone next to you. God, I don’t even know Dario, but I’m scared of what’s going to come next. He’s clearly not from here, and last night was so good I don’t want it to end. My heart aches at not getting to do this again with him. I try and push all those thoughts away and focus on living in the moment. I want to enjoy this
