Aaaah, my Adelard is so warm. I will remember every single things about you.
I will come back tomorrow, next week, next month. I will make my days worth of you, @effervesccnt.
I will help get used to my touch, aching for my kiss, desperate of my presence.
Adel, Adel, My Adel…
I slide into the bed, the sheets cool against my skin. My hand hovers for a moment, trembling with anticipation before I let it glide across his cheek.
A careful caress, soft enough not to wake him. The sleeping aid I slipped into his water earlier is working perfectly.
My hands move lower, slipping under the hem of his shirt and let my fingers splay across him, possessive and greedy.
I trace the lines of his ribs, the curve of his waist, mapping every inch of him as if committing it to memory.
I lean close until my breath mingling with his. My lips brush against his forehead, then trail down to his.
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨, @effervesccnt.
Adelard soft lips parted ever so slightly, and I can’t resist.
I keep calling. No answer. He must be asleep again. I left the pills by his window but he doesn’t need them anymore. Not since I started watching. Not since I learned how he thrashes in the dark. How he whimpers.