Free Read by Evelise
I challenged Evelise to write a very short story using these prompts: dream, delirious, rhythm, sweet, shine. This is her interpretation of those five little words – a sweet m/m short!
My Love, My Life by Evelise, copyright 2013
Life was good. No, life was great. My mate and I were finally getting away for a quick three- day weekend far from the hustle and bustle of reality. The mountain cabin was calling to us, a dream mini vacation, one where I hoped to have my mate on every available surface and then some. He had been tense with the pressures of his job and I knew just what he needed-uninterrupted sex and a lot of pampering.
We arrived at our destination. I turned in my seat and looked at the man that I had called my partner, the love of my life for the past ten years. Beautiful sandy blond curls that framed his youthful face and piercing green eyes looked at me through long lashes. It’s been said that the eyes are the window to a soul and when I looked into his, I saw the depths of his being shining back at me. The immense love that he felt for me reflected back and went straight to chest. Sometimes the feeling was so intense I gasped for breathe. He was more handsome today than when we met as freshmen in college. My heart skipped a beat every time I looked at him, touched him, made sweet love to him.
He made my heart beat faster and faster like the rhythm of a cacophony of drums calling the men to battle, ready to take on the world, be the aggressor and dominate its opponent. That’s how I felt. Not the feeling of him being my opponent but of the dominant who wanted his mate under him. I was delirious, knowing that when we crossed the threshold of the cabin door he would be mine, undivided attention for three days.
I opened the door to the SUV and went to his side of the vehicle. Opening the door, I reached in and grabbed his hand, electrical currents shot through our fingers, palms, as we touched. The feeling of euphoria never went away and I hoped never would. I lifted him from the truck and placed him in my arms, cradling his slender body against my chest. He nuzzled under my chin, rubbing his cheek like a cat, I may have even heard him purr. He smiled and I kissed his forehead. I loved him with all my being, no matter what. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, til death do us part. I thank whoever was watching out for him that fateful day that the til death do us part never came. He returned home and for that I will always be thankful. My love. My life. I love you.
“Ready?” I asked him.
“You don’t have to carry me,” he responded. “I can wheel…” I cut off his statement as I glanced into the back of the SUV and saw the chair.
“I rather have you in my arms.” I spoke as I pecked his soft lips and made my way to the cabin’s entrance.
“Always in my arms.”
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Peace and Love,