He winks at me, his eyes laughing beneath heavy lids. Oh, why can't he smile outright? Why must it always be a hint or a ghost of a smile instead? I know it's to tease me; to make me squirm... And I must admit, I make him squirm just as much as he does me. His hands are warm. His lips are soft and beyond my reach. His eyes--oh, stormy sea--his eyes are dark and inviting, and haunting... I close mine to blot out his but they persist, and his lips find my eyelids. He laughs and whispers against them; his breath smells of vanilla and smoke. I tilt my head to capture him but he leans away, out of my reach. I am suddenly frightened and lonely and trapped, and I feel the tears stinging in my eyes. The ghost smile disappears from the corners of his eyes; his forehead wrinkles and he leans in. He melts against me, his arms around my waist, his face pressed against my neck. He speaks in terms I don't understand. I spread my fingers along his back, the first tactile sensation of him--the warmth and play of muscle beneath the cotton of his shirt; the ripple of vertebrae and planes of shoulder blades. I can smell him all around me--the musky scent of his aftershave and the softer smell left by his shampoo and...the whole inside of me twinges. He mumbles more; the words I don't know, but in that nonsense comes the single sentence I can pick out--"You make me happy." And even before I wake up, I know it is a dream.
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