Sleeping, by Quinn Smythwood
I wake knowing tonight is the night.
As I prepare myself, I recall every fleeting glimpse of you: through the window that first night; on the streets as we hurried to your destination; in your bedroom, while you lay sleeping.
We took it slow. I’m simply old fashioned that way.
But I’m ready now. You’re ready. I’ve imagined this night since the moment I laid eyes on you and now, excited, I can barely dress myself. My sleeping beauty, tonight I bring you into my world with a single bright red slash of a kiss.
Tonight, you’ll sleep beside me.