He felt like a dream. It felt like a dream to Elio to have Andrew in his bed, lying beside him, so close to him, so fucking close to him that with every breath he took, his scent filled his nostrils and shot straight into his dick and chest.
Elio couldn't believe that he was really in his bed. He couldn't believe that he was really lying beside him, sleeping beside him. It felt surreal, almost an illusion that he had countless nights.
But only this time, it wasn't an imagination. He could feel the warmth of him. He could hear the soothing heartbeat of him and the soft sound of his breath. This time he was real. He was really here in his fucking bed.
And this reality was driving him insane. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, and his heart was thundering madly in his rib cage at having him sleeping beside him, at having him so close in his bed, just the two of them.
