The Morning After

by Angela

04-29-07

“Are you surprised?” Eiji asked sleepily, pulling Ash away from his sunrise.

Ash looked at him, at his messed up hair and swollen lips. At the hickey beneath his collarbone and the tangled blankets. Yes, he was surprised. He thought he’d never get to see this. He thought his control was stronger, that he would outlast this passion or die trying. But it wasn’t unexpected; the idea of this morning had been living with him for months.

He shook his head. “It’s been a long time coming,” he said, looking back out at the dawn.

“Yeah,” his friend softly agreed.