The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced at the clock. It was earlier than I usually woke, but something had stirred me. Maybe it was the promise of today, or maybe it was the lingering dream that had felt so real.
Adam was already up, as usual. He moved around the small kitchen with practiced ease, his back to me as he prepared breakfast. His shirt clung to his broad shoulders, hinting at the strength beneath, and every now and then, the muscles in his arms flexed as he reached for something on the counter.
"Morning," I called out, my voice still thick with sleep.
He turned, a smile lighting up his face. "Hey, sleepyhead. Thought I'd let you get some extra rest."
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching. "What are you making?"
"Pancakes. Thought we could have a lazy Sunday morning."
I padded into the kitchen, the hardwood floor cool against my feet. Adam handed me a cup of coffee, black and strong, just the way I liked it. We stood there for a moment, sipping in silence, the air between us charged with an unspoken tension.
"So," he began, setting his cup down and turning to face me fully. "How was your night?"
I shrugged, taking another sip of coffee. "Fine. You?"
"Good," he said, his gaze steady. "I had this dream, actually. About us."
My heart skipped a beat. "Oh?"
He nodded, stepping closer. "Yeah. It was…intense."
I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "Intense how?"
Adam reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Like, really intense. Like, we were doing things…"
I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing. "Things?"
He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down my cheek. "Yeah. Things."
We stood there, inches apart, the air crackling with anticipation. I could feel the warmth of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the aroma of pancakes. It was all too much, too real, and yet not enough.
"Jacob," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Have you ever thought about us…like that?"
I looked up, meeting his eyes. "Maybe," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, a slow, knowing smile. "Me too."
Before I could react, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in the lightest of kisses. It was tentative, exploratory, and when he pulled back, our eyes locked, I knew everything had changed.
"Adam," I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest.
He took my hand, leading me back to the bedroom. "Let's take this slow," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my knees weak.
We lay down on the bed, facing each other, our hands intertwined. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in this quiet, intimate space.
"I want to make you feel good," Adam said, his voice a soft caress. "I want to show you how much I care."
I nodded, trusting him completely. "I want that too."
He kissed me again, this time more firmly, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips. I opened for him, and our tongues met in a dance of exploration and desire. His hands roamed over my body, gentle yet confident, igniting sparks wherever they touched.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against my mouth, his hands sliding under my shirt to caress my skin.
I shivered, overwhelmed by the sensations. "Adam…"
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with passion. "Tell me what you want, Jacob."
I swallowed, my voice trembling. "I want you. All of you."