Part 18: Broken parts

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Kookie's POV

I wake and he is cuddle into me. I smile gently and watch him sleep. His skin is as flawless as a child's. I don't want to leave his side or be without him. How scared my baby boy got yesterday when he woke alone. Tae gives the outward perception of strength and confident. He is all of those, yet he has an inner soft core that is delicate and vulnerable. I love that he has need for me and is not afraid to share it.

We had an amazing day yesterday and I have never laughed hard and had so much fun. Never have I experienced sex as I have with Tae. It was unbelievable and amazingly connecting. I thirst for him.  I believe he is getting as attached to me as I am to him. My attraction and need for him is strong, yet it has only been 48 hours since we met.

Slowly, I sit up placing my pillow behind me and pressing my back into the headboard. I now freely touch his soft beautiful blue hair that was so irresistible on the plane when I was drawn to him. I move my finger through it catching a clump of strands and twirl them between my fingers. It is as soft and silky as I had imagined. I look to the massive window with the splendid mountain view and watch the snow as it falls. What a beautiful Christmas morning.

Having him next to me this Christmas morning warms my heart, but I cannot help but feel that there is something missing. Something that I need to take care of. But I know only he could restore my lost joy for this day. I have all that I need next to me.

Tae and I have no solid plans for today other than to be together. I love that about Tae. He lives in the moment and is not a slave to schedules and plans. He is truly free. I chuckle to myself because schedules and plans run my life. However, after several days I have not checked my calendar or email. Only a phone text that caught my attention yesterday. Seriously, I don't care. It's my company and I get to say what happens. My only business is Tae. I am however aware that I have no control over him. I chuckle and think, as if I could control hm. He is free and would never allow that. He can't because that is not who he is.

My thoughts wonder and I think of father. He reaches out to me at least once a month by email and always on holidays, but I never respond. I swallow and feel an ache build in my chest. After all these years he still ...tries. Why is that so sad? My awakening has changed everything. My vision is clearing in so many areas of my life. Where there was intolerance there is compassion. I have an urge to get my computer and look for his Christmas email. I know he has sent it. He never forgets. He knows I receive them because they are never returned. I don't read them. As angry and hurt as I have been I have not deleted them. They lay in a folder waiting. For what I do not know.

My eyes burn with tears as I think of mother and him on our last Christmas together. I have thought of that day often in the last two days. Surprisingly, the memory is not as painful as it once was. It is bittersweet. No, I just can't go there. Not now. I can't show Tae sad eyes. I will find my joy with my boyfriend today. Maybe later with Tae's support I will look at his email. Maybe.

I return my attention to the beautiful man lying next to me. I am unable to resist him and begin to rub his exposed back. I lean down and start placing soft kisses from shoulder-to-shoulder hoovering above him. He starts to move and releases the soft purr of a baby tiger.

 He starts to move and releases the soft purr of a baby tiger

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