Koda's Thoughts
I woke up that morning feeling a little sore there from mine and Zach's rondevue last night. I thought about the way he looked; messy-neat hair, bare torso only lightly speckled with freckles, bright, fire-filled eyes, and grinning mouth that made me burn. I remember the feeling of euphoria gathering like birds in my stomach when he kissed my lower belly and went up my body. When his tongue collided with mine, silencing any other attempts to speak. Usually, I finish all my sentences, but with Zachary Abels mounted over you sucking your flesh and playing you like his '78 Jazzmaster guitar, it is utterly a) useless and b) impossible to do so.
Even as I lay there recounting all of it, I got a little squirmy. I couldn't, not now start tripping out and wake Zach up. I looked over at him, sleeping soundly by me. His mouth was a little open, letting little breaths out. His hands were thrown behind his head, cupping under the pillow. I smiled at his naked upperhalf as I followed it to where the covers acted like his pants and covered him there. I felt his legs wrapped over and under my own and the fabric of his boxers, no matter how high up they rolled up during the night. He was peaceful, gorgeous.... Beautiful. Just seeing how easy he looked made me settle and just enjoy what was left of this silent morning before we had to continue our journey. I just layed there, and like Capital Cities,
I was Safe and Sound
