"Aubrey?" Having owned this name for twenty years, I hadn't recognized it within this moment or even the timbre in which it had been spoken from. And yet, even in this state of catatonic stillness, I knew the complexion before me as it had remained in my head as the reason for both my nightmares and my dreams of serenity and peace. He appeared the same but also so different, but to the small changes of longer tresses of his hair came the instant recognition in the c**k of his lips raising into a grin. The jawline I had traced at least a hundred times was now tensed to my silence as those irises left dark with lust had looked to me in exclusivity, even as we had been surrounded by connoisseurs of my work.
But I would not tear from this state of pause until feeling his hand move to my face
