Page 88 of Commitment Issues
I trail my hand over the warm skin of his stomach, and my cock twitches, the first sign of life all evening. I love to feel him, love to feel those firm muscles quiver under my touch, and I shuffle in closer, ready to add my lips and my tongue, ready to taste him.
He lays a hand over mine, halting my downwards progress.
“Not now, Freddie. It’s been a long day and I just want to go to sleep.”
He’s not unkind, he’s not cold, he’s neither of those things. Tired, that’s all it is, he’s just tired.
“That’s okay.” I slip my hand from beneath his, and roll onto my back.
“You sure? Sorry, but—”
“Don’t be daft, there’s nothing to be sorry about. You get the sleep you need.” For a moment I wonder if he’s going to kiss me goodnight. He doesn’t, instead he shifts onto his side, away from me as I stare up at the ceiling.
It’s only seconds before his breathing levels out and I shift and turn on my side, away from him, the two of us clinging to our own sides of the bed. He mutters and mumbles something in his sleep, but whatever it is I know it’s not my name. As I curl into a tight ball, for the first time since I’ve been with Elliot I wonder if I should be here in the morning when he wakes up.
