Don't Be Scared

"Let me look at you..." he said, his eyes traveling over my face. "Mmm, you're more beautiful than in the pictures... God... My beautiful boy..."

I took his hand and kissed it, closing my eyes. I can imagine my smile got kilowatts brighter. "You've lost more weight, Mykal," he said, stepping back and looking me up and down.

"So?"

"So nothing. It's just a fact."

"Yeah, well..." his voice faded. "Shit, I forgot my phone in the car."

"Go get it, I'll wait up here. Dad."

He rolled his eyes. "Ha ha. Be right back." He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"And I'm alone," I said to no one but the walls. I sat on the bed, feeling a little lightheaded. I wanted it to happen between us already, so we could make it last. We had so little time...

"God, okay..." It was time to take the initiative. I stripped naked, letting my clothes fall into a pile on the floor. For a moment, I looked over at my reflection in the mirror. "Hideous," I said out loud, "Absolutely hideous." I couldn't look at her anymore. I laid down under the covers in the king sized bed, nestling into the luxerious sheets and sighing. I turned on my side, facing away from the door, and closed my eyes. After minute, I heard Trent come back up the hallway and open the door. His footsteps came closer to the bed, and then stopped. I heard clothes rustling against eachother, buttons, zippers, and then I felt him lay down next to me under the covers. He was naked, mere inches from my body. Trent. My Trent. All I had to do was reach back, and-- He placed his hand on my waist and I broke out into goosebumps as blood rushed between my legs and pulsed. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of wear. Strong.

"Mykal, turn around so I can look at you."

I rolled over and faced him, my heart hammering in my chest. He was laying on his side, supported up on an elbow.