“I’ll go to my side of the bed” I whispered in Michael’s ear.

Now, if it was up to me I’d be stuck to him the entire night, skin to skin. But I was aware that my usual tossing, turning and wiggling when I sleep could keep him up and that man needed his sleep.

So there I was, my second favorite place on earth, with Mikey in his bed.

Now this isn’t just any kind of bed. Definitely not from Sit and Sleep, although I know they have a nice collection. This is a bed fit for a King and in my eyes, “King Michael.” Bigger than a California King, most likely an Alaskan King. An Alaskan King that is perfect for his spacious bedroom. The bedroom with its rich oak floors and vaulted ceilings is grand yet cozy, just like Mikey.

I could hear the low hum of the ceiling fan that rotated at the slowest speed above us. Due to my overheating when I am with him, Mike had also set the air at a cool 69 degrees. He always puts the air on for me. It was the perfect temperature for sleep after a sultry encounter.

On his bed, multiple pillows in all sizes along. White sheets I’m sure with a high thread count and a Duvet also a pristine white with Royal Blue trim. They were cool and crisp against my warm body.

My head rested above his shoulder giving me easy access to kiss his back with not having to move. I was the outside spoon. Both of us naked on our sides with my hand over his outer hip and resting right below his belly button. Like smelling delicious chocolate, I inhaled the faint smell of his cologne and breathed him in…

I knew how tired he was from a week at work, meetings, divorce court and life, and I found comfort in his rythmetic breathing while he slept.

I noticed a hoop earring on his end table, I lost it a few years ago. A reminder that I often find what I’m looking for when I stop searching.

I was just about to gently move to the other side of bed and then I heard Mike whisper in that low tone that keeps me purring…

“I will find you later.”

Night Night

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