I woke up to an aching head. Meanwhile, the butterflies in my stomach mingled with last night’s booze in a very unpleasant way.
The mysterious phenomenon of waking up at the ass crack of dawn after drinking was in full swing. Kamran was sound asleep in my embrace, his arm around my waist.
If I wasn't mistaken, a tiny bit of drool was on my shoulder.
I tried not to laugh, but it was all so crazy.
He was here. With me. And he'd let me fuck him last night.
That thought made my stomach twist up with a bunch of mismatched emotions. If I hadn't had a couple drinks on board, I never would have suggested it or even tried for it. Not yet anyway. I’d thought it was too early.
For the past—his entire life—Kamran had thought he was straight. He'd never even kissed a man until a couple weeks ago when my resolve broke.
I'd wanted to take it slow, to touch him a bit down there for a few weeks, to show him how good I could make it feel for him. Then, if he thought he wasn't into the idea of bottoming, I wouldn't have pushed it. We could have stuck to the rest. Everything we did together was satisfying and fulfilling.
But it was done now, and it had been phenomenal.
I rolled toward him, hugging him against my chest.
He let out a sleepy little sound and I thought I could probably die happy now, except that the movement had turned the churning in my stomach to something very bad indeed and I had to get out of bed ASAP or Kamran was going to wake up to the nasty surprise of me puking all over him.
I extracted myself as quickly as I could without waking him and hurried to the washroom, immediately up ending my guts into the toilet for a couple minutes before the nausea passed enough for me to get back on my feet and into the shower.
The water helped. It cleared my head a bit, enough to curse myself for having thrown caution to the wind and mixing booze like that. I'd just been so happy to let it all out finally. Then upset by the reality. Then happy again when Kamran had showed up at my door like he'd come just to prove Dave wrong.
And he'd kissed me in front of him too. I'd done it as aFuck Youto Dave because I was still salty, but Kamran had met me half way, not even realizing.
That was just how it was when you found your other half, I guessed. They knew what you needed without any words.
I shut off the shower and dried off before poking my head out into the bedroom.
Kamran was still curled up under the covers. It didn't look like he'd even twitched. I must have really tired him out, I mused, pride filling me.
Smiling, pulled on clean boxers and a t-shirt before creeping downstairs and put on a pot of coffee. Sipping water helpedwhile it was being brewed, but the first sip of coffee was even better.
I sat down on the island, taking my time drinking it in case my stomach started to react again.
“You're up early.”
I glanced over, surprised I hadn't heard Kamran coming down the stairs.
He was leaning against the doorway in nothing but his boxers. His hair was doing something crazy and I was pretty sure I could see the shiny streak of dried come stuck in the hair on his belly.
“I could get used to this,” I found myself saying.
He smiled ruefully.
“I'm sure you could,” he remarked, walking behind me to get a cup of coffee for himself.
When he came to sit next to me, he kissed my cheek first and yeah, this was heaven. Just me and Kamran, waking up together, doing normal, domestic things. Even just sitting at each other's side with nothing being said.
My heart felt so fucking full it was ridiculous.
“You hungry?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Not yet. Need to wake up first.”
