“I’m late!”
“Stay.” Cam reaches for me and pulls me next to his warm,
delicious body.
He nudges his hips toward mine and I tense. He’s rock hard
and ready, like usual. And he’s barely awake.
“Can’t.” I fling back the covers. “You know how I hate being
yelled at.” I turn and look at him. Cameron Delaney
Tyson, I think. My boyfriend. Mine. Tousled,
summer-wheat colored hair hangs in his face. His blue eyes
are hidden behind closed lids. His body, tangled in sheets,
is pure sculpted muscle due to his love of adventure sports.
The guy’s an adrenaline junky. He loves to rock climb and
kayak. Hike and explore. With me. How did I get so lucky?
“Come on, stay,” he murmurs. Cam’s class isn’t until this
afternoon. He’s studying psychology at the University of
Washington and doesn’t have to be up for a while.
I pause for a moment, reflective, bunching the sheets
between his hips and mine.
His lips press into a tight line and he rolls away from me.
I snuggle into his back.
I had strange dreams last night. Dreams of the cosmos.
Dreams of stars, planets and galaxies. Tucked between the
sheets of twilight and dawn, I wonder if plans are being
made, transactions secured, and documents sent to the star
system with the name Chérie “Cheerio” Manhattan stamped in
bold in the header. Perhaps the floating islands of the
cosmic sea have shifted in subtle ways along their orbits,
causing fragments of stardust to twirl my way. Maybe spiral
arms of gas and dust have morphed into a new galaxy causing
shimmering light waves of disruptive energy to surge toward
my house. Stop being so imaginative. You’re such a drama
queen. Maybe life is just rolling along and you had a
fanciful dream. All I know is that I awoke with
surprising cheer in my heart. The sun kissed my shoulders,
two cats knead my stomach with their stiletto-like paws, and
a gorgeous guy drowsed by my side…what’s not to love? Except
something’s missing. I crave excitement and wish my life
would change. I think it’s about to. I have a strong
intuition something’s about to happen. Could be
anything. Could just be me and my imaginative
yearnings. I kiss Cam’s sleepy head before launching
from the bed and racing toward the shower.