It is a warm summer night, and the rain pours down on me as I stand outside looking up at his house. Even over the intense thunder I can hear my own heart beating as if it were screaming at me, telling me to turn around and go home. I mentally tell it to be silent as I start up the steps to his front door. The last time I saw him he was ripping my heart out of my chest. My fingertips gently slide along the wet cast iron railing on my left. I keep an eye on the windows to the right of the door to make sure he wasn't looking out. I get to the first door, confidently turn the doorknob and walk in. That was the easy part. I now stand in front of two brown doors. My head is buzzing, and somehow the one reason I can think of to knock on that door overrides the million that I can think of to run away while I am still strong enough to. I take another deep breath, raise my hand, and knock on the door to my right. It swings open; he must have left it open for me. I ignore one more split second thought of running away and I walk in, trying to be as casual as possible, this is not easy. I am met by a brick wall of emotions and memories as I step inside. Everything is so familiar; the smell of fresh clothes, the couches, the little messy clutters everywhere, oatmeal bowls left from when he got home from work still sitting on the coffee table, empty water bottles.
He is lying in his usual position on the couch, facing the TV, but for some reason I don't sit in my usual spot. I chose to sit by his feet; he instinctively lifts his legs and puts them back down on my lap as I sit. They are heavy, but the weight of them is comforting. I place my hands on his legs; one on his shin and the other on his thigh, my favorite place to touch. Well, almost. We haven't yet spoken. We sit there in silence, and even though I am staring at the TV I have no idea what I am watching. I just keep thinking about how good it feels to be back here. I feel like I am home again.
"Hey, you!" I hear him say and it scares me out of my own little world. I look at him with a huge smile on my face, I just cant help it, I know that there is nowhere in the world that I would rather be at this moment. He smiles and I am not really sure if it is because he knows I still love him, or if it is because he is glad I am here. I tear my eyes away from his, because I just cannot stand to look at him without wearing my heart on my sleeve and I know that this just isn't the time for that. The minutes pass and we both try to act as normal as possible, as if the past few months spent without each other hadn't actually happened.
I am suddenly very aware of my hand resting on his muscular thigh. I unconsciously give it a slight squeeze and he answers by tightening his muscle. I start to feel that familiar tingling feeling, and just as I was about to give in to my desire he quickly gets up and sits on my lap, facing me with one leg over each side of me so he doesn't crush me with his weight. He leans forward and softly kisses my neck with his perfect lips. I take another deep breath; but for a different reason than before. This time it is followed by a slight moan as he nibbles on my earlobe. I can feel his breath in my ear and my nipples harden as chills run through my entire body.
A moment we walk up the stairs to his room and I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass as I walk in front on him making our way down the hall. This gives me a little time to think again, and as I get to his room I almost turn away to leave but he grabs me around the waist, turns me towards him and throws me down on his bed. This leaves me momentarily breathless and suddenly realize that he is ripping my pants off down over my feet. I sit up and pull his boxer briefs out over his hard cock and down his legs as he quickly steps out of them. I have made up my mind; there was no turning back now.
