The sound of an alarm has never hissed this confectionery. Maybe because it is not just an alert that it is time to get my arse ready for work, but that it is another time to see my hot boyfriend. That thought of him alone makes me spring from bed with ecstasy and a beautiful grin on my face. Love has reduced me to a sweet sixteen, I say!

I get into the bathroom and do my business in haste, the portrayal of Damian hurling the degree of my speed. I can't believe that I am actually dissembling a teenager like this because of a man, glowing with redness even at the mere notion of him. But who cares? I am in love with none other than the most gorgeous man that this world has ever produced. I feel on top of this world.


This past month, just like every other single time spent with him, has been nothing short of the best days of my life. Then the best moments. Treasurable moments. Memories to treasure forever.

Sauntering back from the shower, I am hailed by the ravishing figure of Damian, rooted at the edge of my bed. Dazzling, like always. Ooh, well. I am not dumbstruck at all. I am used to these beautiful surprises every morning, although not this early. He usually comes to pick me up when I am almost done with breakfast. This early visit is kind of new today. But sweet all together.

"Hey! You are quite early today," I state as I stroll up to him and we share a morning kiss. He smells good, as always. "Did you sleep well?" I query after we pull away, stroking his perfectly chiseled jaws and refraining from my intense impulse to hunch on his lap. I don't want to mess up his perfectly ironed suit. He is all perfectly adorned for work, and I wouldn't want to mess him up.


He peers into my eyes with puppy eyes, caressing my messed-up hair. Gosh! The glamour that this man possesses is beyond ingenuity. He is too perfect for a human being.

"I did, although it would have been much better with you by my side," he giggly responds with his sweet, raw voice.


Of course, no night can equal the ones we spend together. They are the best. Even I would be happier than I am right now if I woke up to his gorgeous features beside me this morning, not just imagining them in an empty space. As I lay there, basking in the warmth of the morning light filtering through the curtains, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for his presence. His tousled hair, his gentle breathing, his warm touch—all of it seemed like a distant memory yet so vivid in my mind.

"I see," I murmur to myself, reluctantly pulling myself out of bed. With a soft sigh, I stand between his legs before he catches a glimpse of the rosiness on my face, but he catches my hands in his, holding them gently yet firmly.

"Somebody missed me, huh?" he teases, a playful glint in his eyes as he pulls me closer. And in that moment, with his arms wrapped around me, I realized that no matter how much time passes, no night apart can ever compare to the joy of being together again.

"I did," he begins, his voice carrying a depth that seems to echo from the depths of his heart, a resonance that I've grown accustomed to but that never fails to stir me. "I still do miss you, even now that you're in front of me," he confesses, rising from his seat with an urgency that catches me off guard. He stands before me, a captivating presence that demands my attention.

My breath catches in my throat as I struggle to find words, caught off guard by his sudden intensity. "Mmmhh!" I manage to utter it, my mind reeling from his unexpected declaration.

He smirks, a knowing glint in his eyes as he trails his hand beneath the fabric of my robe, the touch of his fingers sending shivers down my spine as he massages my bare skin with a practiced ease.

Is he even aware that his immaculate suit is in danger of being rumpled at this moment? I wonder, momentarily distracted by the contrast between his composed exterior and the raw emotion he's revealing.

"So, is that why you came so early?" I inquire, trying to regain my composure as I rest my hands on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

"I was hoping to have breakfast with you. But now I think I'll settle for double breakfast," he responds, his smirk widening as he skillfully unties my robe, a silent invitation for us to embrace the intimacy we've been longing for.

Aww! Morning glory, huh? The idea and all his suggestive gesticulations are enough to cause some tickles of excitement in me. "You don't mind getting late for work or ruining your perfect suit?" I implore, a hint of concern mingling with the anticipation building within me.

He sighs deeply, his focus solely on the moment and the connection between us. "Nothing is more important than this," he says, his words carrying a weight of sincerity as he pulls down my robe, leaving me in nothing but my birth suit.

I gaze up at him, a mixture of emotions swirling within me as I try to decipher the intensity of his actions and words.

"Sex?" I blurt out unexpectedly, surprised by the sudden thought that crosses my mind. Where did that come from? I wonder, momentarily taken aback by my own words. But then again, why shouldn't he miss it? He is a man, after all, with desires as potent as they are relentless. And I, well, have grown accustomed to his insatiable appetite, reveling in the raw passion that ignites between us. And I love it so much. So, what is with my question?