Soulmate

Chapter Five

David ~

Sensations of smooth fabrics and warm skin awoke my senses, a heart beat thumping under my fingers as they parted against a hard surface, my eyes were enticed to open to see where I was.

Remembering that I stayed over with Isaiah, I opened my eyes to find that I was holding his smaller frame in my arms, his body fitting so perfectly against mine.

I could feel the warmth exuding from Isaiah's body as I began to apprehensively let my hand roam over his smooth stomach and chest, letting my lips linger upon his neck.

The room was illuminated with the light permeating the room through his large windows, giving Isaiah's shoulders and his back an alluring sheen.

As I grinned, staring at him, memories of last night flooded my mind; I was so insensitive for not listening to him when he told me that he was scared of clowns; I should've listened.

I snuggled him and held him closer, kissing him on his neck and gently gripping his hand, my heart beating faster at the fact of having being able to touch him.

Protective urges overwhelming me, making me want to keep Isaiah safe from every clown and every other monster that exists.

As he began to stir, I stopped caressing his chest so I wouldn't wake him up; however, I found that he was already awake when he started to turn around.

He slowly opened his hazel eyes and gazed into mine, a sleepy smile slowly creeping over his face.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning," he responded sweetly.

I stared at him as he let his legs graze against mine, making me chuckle nervously.

"I'm... sorry about last night," I whispered.

He slowly shook his head in response.

"It's okay, you made it up to me when you stayed."

I nodded.

"I should've listened."

"You're right... but it's water under the bridge now," he said staring into my eyes.

I felt an extreme amount of heat overwhelm my body as I began to get anxious from his attention.

He let his hand roam over my back, making me tremble.

"How about I make us some breakfast," he smiled.

I nodded.
...

"What do you want David," he asked a he washed his hands.

I chuckled at the question as I leaned over his counter.

I want to hold you again.

"What ever you make, I'll eat."

"Pancakes, Eggs and bacon?"

"Sounds good."

I smiled at him as he walked over to his stove to gather his pans, ogling at his muscles contracting with each quick move and gesture, his caramel skin so alluring as it glowed under his kitchen lights.