TE AMO

He lays me gently on his bed and lies beside me, his chest on mine, our eyes scanning our faces. I don't know why he prefers his bedroom over mine, but I like it even more. I like that he wants to live with our memories close to him. On his bed.

He lifts his T-shirt, which is acting as my dress to cover my nakedness. He pulls it out, leaving me with nothing. The devilish smile on his face says how well he loves the idea that I have nothing but my birth suit. He runs his ...