His hands ran up my waist, feeling my bare skin while his grin kept my lips warm.
I melted in his touch, not wanting to, but I found him sweet, I found his touch enchanting and I ran my hand through his hair pulling his mouth to mine, hungrier.
He laughed in the kiss before I began undoing his belt, he gave me a weary look and I pulled back staring into his eyes, "Are you sure about this?" He asked.
My head nodded, then my voice spoke, "I'm tired of waking up so close to death. It's time." I continued stripping him, once we were bare, lying skin to skin, I enjoyed his touch and kisses, moaning his name.
"Oh Everett."
In the distance, a small horn, a light one yet it steadily grew to a louder one.
I felt him begin to fade, my own mind twisting to reality verses dream and the horn bega
