Gun and the rose

Liam

Another month has passed, and I feel myself coming undone; looking at my camera footage, I see the stalker in the corners of the sidewalks. Tapping my gun in the palm of my hand, I still haven't told him yet; I'm just waiting for the right time.

Ethan walks through the door. I stand up right away.

"where we're you!."

"I went to buy some drinks. Is everything ok" he speaks softly

"Are you out of your mind? Why didn't you ask me? Wouldn't you ask me!"

"I-," Ethan mumbles
tapping the gun faster than in my hand, Ethan walks to m and puts the bags down, holding my hands. I calm down a lot. In the back of my throat, I want to cry, but I won't. I can't. He leads him to the bed and sits down; I look at him.

"I want to protect you; from now on, I'm your man." I blurt out

"What are you saying-I."
I lean in and kiss him, poring all my emotions into him. I pull back.

"I love you, always from now on, rely on me, ok?"
I lean Ethan back on the bed, kissing him; I'm crying. He is, too, feeling each other's salted tears when kissing. I kiss him for a long time, using my tongue and reaching inside; he allows me to go in. I'm happy.
I stop myself to look at him; he's so cute. He's looking at me with a worried look; I touch his face, creasing it. And I kiss all over his face; I then lay on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. I love hearing it. I could listen to it all night. I fall asleep at peace.

I wake up, Ethan rubbing my head. I close my eyes, enjoying the moment. I never felt this connection with anyone, definitely not with my ex-wife; I was always unhappy in the marriage, avoiding her, going out keeping myself busy. One night I had enough of her; I drove to a bar, had a few too many beers, and drove home. I did not make it back. I got into an accident. Thankfully, nobody got hurt. She always wanted a child; I felt forced into it, but I couldn't do anything with her, and I know why now, I'm attracted to men, to Ethan more than anyone else. He's precious to me; I won't let go of him.

Laying on his stomach, I say
"I don't want you to get hurt, ok?"

"I won't, I promise."
His words smooth me, thinking that the gun under the bed is fully loaded.