He was up before the sun that morning.
Hands clasped behind his head, staring up into the darkness of an unlit room.
Listening to the sound of a shower running in the adjacent bathroom; and to the music of early birds nesting just outside the window.
As he listened, as he lay there, he was reliving last night in his mind.
The taste of sweat.
Pounding hearts, swelling lungs, enveloping heat.
Curious hands exploring welcoming flesh.
Never before had their passion been so intense. Not in the year that they had been together.
It was like they had given themselves to one another for the first time, all over again.
It was even better than that.
Heaven, he was certain, could not be more perfect than his life was right now.
All but one thing…
The sound of the running shower ceased. Moments later his lover, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still dripping wet: “Good morning, boo. You slept like a baby last night."
He responded, “I think it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
He sat himself up, removing the blanket from his undressed body, than sat on the edge of the bed.
With outstretched arms he called his lover towards him, held his body close to his face, kissed him on the stomach.
Then, looking up into his eyes, he let out a long, heavy sigh: “It’s time to tell my father the truth.”
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