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As was natural the nights Erik stayed the night, I woke up first. I could hear my dad rumbling around in the kitchen. 'I seriously hope he doesn't cook us breakfast' I said to myself as I walked towards my bathroom. My dad was no gormet chef. In fact, he could barely make scrambled eggs.
I splashed some water on my face to wake myself up, then walked out into the hallway. I could hear sounds of sizzling coming from the kitchen. 'Oh God' I thought to myself. 'He's cooking.' I just shook my head at no one in particular and walked into the kitchen.
I was happily suprised as I walked into the kitchen. Instead of my dad being at the stove, as I had feared, it was Heather. She smiled at me as I walked, and gave a joking whistle when she noticed I was in my boxers. I blushed a little as I walked towards the refrigerator. I snatched the jug of Orange juice and sat it on the counter. I poured myself a glass then took a seat at the kitchen table.
Heather and my dad chatted flirtatiously as I drank quickly at my orange juice. After I had downed the class I walked back towards my room with the announcement of taking a shower. They said okay, and went back to their disgusting flirting. 'A whole weekend of this' I thought to myself as I returned to my bathroom. 'We sooo better have our own cabin'
I walked back out into my bedroom and flicked on my bathroom speaker. I turned and noticed Erik still sleeping. He was so beautiful when he slept. He was even drooling a little, which made it even cuter. I walked over to him and kissed him gently on the forehead. He smiled slightly, then turned onto his side. I walked back to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I disrobed and quickly hopped under the water.
After my shower was finished I slipped my robe on and walked out to my closet. What the hell did you wear to a ski weekend? I'm from Florida, our ski weekends we're in water tied behind a boat. I just decided it be something warm, and yanked a sweater from the hanger. I settled on a pair of black jeans and quickly slipped them on. I tossed my robe back into the bathroom and walked back to the bed. As much as I hated to wake him, it was time for Erik to get up.
"Baby,"I whispered into his ear. "Time to get up," I said, stroking his arm lightly. No response. "Erik god damnit, wake up."
I looked down and noticed that patented grin come to his face. I punched him in the arm then reached down and kissed him on the cheek. He cautiously opened his eyes then turned on his back. He pulled me onto the bed and began to kiss me. I kissed him on the nose. He laughed lightly and sat up on the bed.
"I love waking up to you in the morning," He said, me laying across his legs. "And then shirtless, bonus," He said, grazing his hand across my chest.
"Ah ah, don't start nothing you can't finish," I said, looking up at him and shaking my head.
"Okay, I can wait," He said, leaning down and kissing me.
I sat up from his legs and walked over to my mirror. I slipped my shirt on then began to fuss with my hair. I had every intention of putting a hat on anyways, so I decided to just comb it. Erik meanwhile had stumbled tiredly towards the bathroom. As was usual, he left the door open while he took his early morning piss. After completely relieving himself, he walked back into the bedroom and to the stereo. He put a stop to the Mariah Carey CD I was listening to and skipped around with the CD's in my player, until eventually settling on Three Doors Down.
"I was listening to that," I said, my best diva-like attitude.
"Stop being such a fag Adam and listen to rock music," He joked, flashing me his patented grin.
"Oh blow me," I said, walking up to him and kissing him lightly on the lips.
After our kiss had parted, I smacked him on the ass and pointed him into the bathroom. With a "Hurry up or We'll be late," I shut the door behind me. I walked back to my dresser and threw my bag on top of it. I dug in the top drawer and tossed in another essential to this Ski Trip, lube. I stopped to reflect on how much lube I really had acquired this past year and a half with Erik. There had to be at least 10 tubes in there. Oh well, all of those tubes would be used, as long as I had something to say about it.
I zipped the bag back up and tossed it on the floor next to Erik's. I walked out in the hallway and toward the dining room where I knew I would find Heather and my father. As I walked toward the table I noticed two plates sitting infront of empty chairs.
"Your food is getting cold," Heather spoke to me as I sat down at the table and began to cut my eggs.
"You didn't have to cook for us you know?" I explained, reaching for the salt. "We would've eaten something,"
"Oh yes, your usual breakfast of Nutrigrain bars and chocolate milk," Heather said, in a far too motherly fashion, which actually turned out to be kind of cute.
"Marry her dad," I said, mouth full of food. "Then I won't be afraid to eat breakfast in this house anymore,"
"Hey, I make good breakfast," my dad said, in a tone that actually made him sound as if he believed that.
Heather and I both looked at eachother and started to laugh. My dad stood up and walked out of the room, after telling us that "you guys suck," Well I know I did, and I can bet Heather has done her fair share of sucking too.
I soaked up the last little bit of egg yolk from my plate with a piece of toast. I quickly devoured the toast then stood up from the table. I grabbed Erik's plate and took it with me into the kitchen. I emptied it into the dog dish with a frown from Heather. I explained to her, that by the time Erik got finished in the shower, it would have grown dust. He may be my boyfriend, but he's my girlfriend based upon how long it takes him to get ready.
I snagged a couple of Nutrigrain bars from the cupboard then poured a glass of chocolate milk. Heather watched on with an amused smile, ignoring whatever paper work she had on the kitchen table. As I began to walk back towards my bedroom, she felt the need to comment.
"Oh how cute, you cooked for him,"
I flipped her off and walked back down the hallway towards my bedroom. As I walked in, Erik was just stepping out of the bathroom, stark naked. I whistled at him and sat his breakfast down on the dresser.
"Came back just in time I see," I said, walking up to him and putting my hands on his waist.
"Looks that way," He said, starting to kiss my neck.
I brought my hands down to his beautiful ass and began to cup his cheeks. He pressed up against me, his quickly hardening cock pressing against the fabric of my jeans. I could feel my own cock straining to be released from its fabric confines. I slid my finger lightly down the crack of Erik's ass. He shuddered in my arms. I slid the tip of my finger lightly into the opening, causing him to moan into my ear. He brought his hands to the crotch of my jeans, and began to stroke lightly against the fabric. I began to suck on his neck, while he continued his stroking of my cock. It was then that I felt his hand clamp down hard onto my groin.
"Oww," I yelped out, pushing him away. "What the fuck was that for?"
I looked into his usually bright blue eyes, and saw a pale look of fear. He pointed towards the door, not uttering a word. I turned around and a look of horror hit my face. In the doorway stood my father. I wanted to defend myself, but the words would not come. My throat had become instantly dry. My father's emotions were so impossible to read, which is probably why he'd gotten his nickname of "Iceman" James Ross. I could not speak, I just stared at my father blankly until he left the doorway. His footsteps were heavy as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom. I heard the door slam loudly, and instantly the tears came. I wanted to break down into Erik's arms, but he was still naked. So I rushed quickly towards my bed and buried my head into a pillow.
Erik quickly re-emerged from the bathroom fully clothes and rushed to my side. He sat next to me and began stroking my hair. I had never cried so hard in my life, I felt as if my face could explode. I had wanted to tell my dad for years that I was gay, but this was the farthest from the ways I wanted it done. Erik was whispering things like "Shh, it'll be okay" into my ear. I wanted to scream at him, tell him that he was fucking wrong, that my father would now disown me. But I knew that I could never speak to him that way, no matter what else may be happening.
I heard footsteps come into the room and a soft reassuring hand on my forehead. I knew it was Heather. I couldn't even lift my head to look at her. The tears we're flowing as if someone had turned on a faucet. The world around me was spinning, my eyes couldn't focus on the people that stood around me. I gave up, and closed my eyes. As I began to drift off, I felt Erik's hand grab mine.
When I awoke, I saw the familiar surroundings of my car. I wiped at my eyes, which we're painfully bloodshot. I looked over at Erik and almost felt them start to come again. He smiled over at me and gently squeezed my hand. I just smiled and let out a sigh as I laid my head against the window.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice parched.
"The airport. We're still going to Colorado, Heather is making us," He said plainly, not sounding like my Erik at all.
I wanted to cry again. But my eyes still had not recovered. I was pretty sure I had busted a blood vessel in my left eye, because everything seemed pinkish. How in the hell Heather was able to talk my dad into still taking this trip I will never know. But I didn't want to think about him, or how disappointed I knew I had made him. I could feel my heart start to slip down into my stomach again. I let out a sigh and turned back to Erik. He smiled weakly at me, he too had been crying. I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed it. He smiled again, albeit the same weak one I had seen seconds before. I just smiled back at him and laid my seat back. I closed my eyes, trying best not to think of anything that had happened already today.
I must've drifted off again, because I was awoken by a gentle nudge in my side. I looked up into the saddest pair of eyes I had seen in a long time. I had never seen Erik look like that before. I felt the tears starting to surface again. I was determined to stop them. I sat up and opened the car door. I walked around to the back of the car and grabbed my bags from the hatchback that Erik had popped. I grabbed my bag and waited for Erik to grab his. After he had we began to walk into the airport, passing my father's car on the way in.
Erik and I walked in and walked to a secluded part of the airport, knowing Heather would bring us our tickets. At least she better, since she was making us all go on this trip. None of us wanted to be here now. Erik and I hadn't said anything to eachother since the car ride here. As I looked into his saddened blue eyes, the words just seemed to disappear.
I laid my head on Erik's shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt his hand come to my head and gently pat my hair. I reached down and grabbed my hand in his, and squeezed it gently. That was my way of telling him that everything would be all right, even though I wasn't sure I believed that myself at the moment.
As I just sat there, looking out into the crowded airport, Heather walked up. She smiled brightly at us, making me want to kick her straight in the jaw. My world was in shambles, and this bitch had no compassion at all. I calmed myself quickly. Heather had nothing to do with this. And if anyone could talk sense into my dad, it was definetly her. I stood up and took my ticket from her hand. Her smile had ceased as her eyes had connected with those of Erik and myself. She didn't say a word, just smiled lightly at us, and pointed the way to the gate.
My father had already boarded the plane. Since this was this Aspen guys personal plane, the 4 of us, and Aspen himself were the only people on board. As Erik and I walked, we noticed my father sitting in the front of the plane. Erik and I took the seats in the back. We shoved our luggage into the seats infront of us, then stared at eachother. We had still yet to utter a word to one another since the car ride. I guess he was feeling the same way I was. He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it lightly. I smiled at him then laid my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, and for what felt like the millionth time that day, drifted off to sleep.
I awoke several times on the plane ride there, but refused to stay awake. I hadn't actually slept for most of the ride, but I kept my eyes closed, gathering my thoughts on the shitty day I had had. And the shitty trip that this was sure to be.
When we arrived at the resort, yes the resort. This guy was a multi-millionaire who owned dozens of resorts around the world. It only made sense that he had an landing pad at the resort he lived at. I nudged Erik gently in the shoulder. He opened is eyes and smiled lightly at me. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. Well, we were getting somewhere. We still hadn't said anything to eachother in over 10 hours, but at least the kissing was back. I looked forward and watched as my father exited the plane. Heather stopped at the door and looked back at Erik and I. I smiled as best I could for the way I was feeling. She smiled back then followed my father off of the plane.
Erik and I grabbed our bags from the seat in front of us then walked towards the exit. As my foot stepped out onto the ladder, Erik put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back in. I turned at him and gave him a puzzled look. He smiled his usual bright, happy smile then kissed me lightly on the nose.
"Don't worry baby," He spoke lovingly. "We'll get through this,"
"I know," I replied, kissing him on the nose as well.
He threw his arms around me and hugged me tight to him. In an instant, my safe zone returned. It was as if my problems didn't exist when I was in Erik's arms. I wish I could've stayed like that forever. Not necessarily in his arms, but in that feeling. The feeling of not having a care in the world. The feeling where nothing could hurt me. The feeling of complete, total, euphoria.
Reluctantly Erik released me from his arms. We kissed, on the lips this time. I then threw my bag once more over my shoulder and began to descend the plane. As I stepped fully onto our staircase down, I was hit with a frigid blast of air. I immediately zipped my jacket. Something told me it was going to be a rather cold weekend.
Erik and I scurried quickly into the lodge, walking somewhat behind so as my eyes wouldn't connect with my father's. Erik and I took a seat by the fireplace that adorned the lodge. This place was exactly what I had expected. It looked like the typical ski lodge you see in all the movies; the cobblestone fireplace, and the stuffed animal heads on the walls. I give them an F for the animal heads, but the fireplace was nice.
Erik and I sat infront of the fire, still not speaking, both of us just thinking. I wasn't mad at Erik, as I'm sure he wasn't at me. Both of us longed for the quiet. We both needed to think. All I could think of was the look on my father's face. I would have to talk to him. There was no way I could just avoid him forever.
I could feel myself start to drift off once more when I felt Heather's hand on my shoulder. I looked up meekly at her, and she beant down and kissed the top of my head. She did the same to Erik, then handed me the key to our room. Well, we did get our own cabin. Not as if it mattered. Something told me sex wasn't in the cards for this weekend.
Erik and I continued to sit by the fire, waiting for my father and Heather to exit. After they took their leave, Erik and I picked up our bags and walked towards the door. He opened the door for me, and with a sigh, I walked out into the frigid Colorado weather. Erik laughed at my hatred for cold weather, then joined me.
Our cabin was close to the lounge, thankfully. We were able to get there without being completely covered in snow. We rushed quickly in and deposited our bags on the chair that stood by the door. Erik and I looked around in amazement. This Aspen guy must've really liked my dad to give us cabins like this. It was amazing. This cabin was like something you'd only see in a dream. It was truly luxourious. Erik and my eyes continued to pan the room, and almost silmultaneously our eyes connected with the bedroom.
We walked in, and our jaws once more hit the floor. There was only one bed. A canopy bed at that, with what looked like blue velvet covering. We glanced around the room, our eyes connecting with a hot tub, in the bedroom. Erik and I flashed eachother a puzzled look. This was a honeymoon suite. There was no way we were that obvious about our relationship, as for a complete stranger to notice we were together. But hey, I sure wasn't going to complain.
With all the giddyness of a school girl, Erik ran and jumped onto the bed. I laughed and then followed suit. We laughed at ourselves, then embraced. I buried my face in his chest, and enjoyed his wonderful smell. He sighed a contented sigh, and I felt his muscular chest heave against my face. He leaned down and kissed me on the top of the head, then began to stroke my back.
"I'm sorry baby," He said, sounding rather sad.
"For what?" I asked, then it occured to me. "Erik, you don't honestly think I blame you for this do you?" I asked him, pulling away from the embrace.
"Well, I just thought," He started, before I cut him off with my finger on his lips.
"Well you thought wrong," I said, shaking my head slightly. "I don't blame anyone, I should've just told him months ago, and we wouldn't be in this problem now,"
He didn't speak in return, he just grabbed me and hugged me close to him. I reached up and planted a soft kiss on his chin. He laughed out softly and hugged me again. I sighed out and pushed him back onto the bed. I laid my head on his chest and began to stroke lightly against the fabric of his shirt. My mind once again flashed back to my father. The haunting look in his eyes continued to plague my thoughts. I knew there was no way I could go through this entire weekend without speaking to him. This issue had to be addressed, for his sanity and mine. But I knew, the wounds were still to fresh for confrontation today. But with all the sleep I had already gotten today, there was no way I could go to sleep now.
"Baby, are you tired?" I asked, not lifting my head from his chest.
"No. Are you?" He replied, stretching out his legs.
"Nope," I replied
I sat up on the bed and straddled Erik. I looked down deep into his beautiful blue eyes, and kissed him passionately on the lips. I gave him a few more quick pecks on the cheek, and one on the nose. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand then spoke.
"So what'd you wanna do?" He asked, looking up at me
"Hot tub?" I asked, gesturing towards the hot tub with my head.
"I'm there. Just let me put some shorts on," He said, pushing me onto the bed.
"Babe?" I asked, puzzled. "We're alone, why do you need shorts?"
"Ohhh yeah," He said, in an "Eureka! I've got it" tone
I just shook my head at him and laughed. He pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. And with a "You shut up," he kissed me lightly on the lips, our lips just barely making contact. He did that a couple more times, then dove onto my lips with a fury. We kissed passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. We kissed for minutes, until the both of us needed air. Erik pulled away, but not before licking my nose.
"Ack, you," I said, wiping my nose
"Come on," He said, slapping me on the leg. "Let's get naked and get in there," He said, hopping to his feet.
I shook my head yes and hopped to my feet. I walked over to the hot tub and slid back the cover. I rolled up my shirt sleeve and stuck my elbow in. All the meanwhile, Erik was looking at me as if I were insane.
"I had one of these in Florida. Elbow works better to check temp," I said, laughing at myself lightly.
"Ok," He said, walking over to join me.
Erik shucked his shirt to the floor and brought his fingers to the button of his jeans. In almost his best stripper way, he undid the button and unzipped all at once. I stopped my fussing with the water to give his amazing body my full attention. He removed his jeans fully, and tossed them to the floor next to his shirt. He stood before me now in just a pair of black silk boxers, which I had bought him. He flashed me his patented grin, then tucked his fingers underneath the elastic band.
"Time for the money shot," He joked, quickly yanking them down.
I whistled as his cock came into full view. I began salivating, almost instinctively as my eyes connected with his half hard member. I walked over to him and grasped his cock in my hand. He sucked his breath in quickly. He buried his face into my neck and began to suck at it lightly. I jerked up on his now throbbing member a few times, then whispered lightly in his ear.
"I'll take care of this when we get in there?"
"Are you sure. I mean.....You know....."
I looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes, and he started to smile lightly. I took my hand from his cock and put it on the back of his head. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him softly on the lips. I looked into his eyes once more, and kissed him again, in my way of quiet reassurance. He smiled at me, then stepped up to the edge of the hot tub. He put his legs in slowly, then dropped the rest of the way in. He dunked his head under quickly, then re-emerged.
"All right sexy, lets see it,"
I grinned at him and quickly pulled my shirt over my head. I tossed it next to his and quickly undid the button on my jeans. I ripped the zipper down quickly and let the jeans fall to the floor. Since I wore no underwear, my cock hung freely, beginning to harden under Erik's gaze. He motioned me towards him, and I quickly obliged. I stepped up to the edge of the hot tub, and Erik dove right onto my now swollen 8 inches.
As he continued his light kissing of my dick, my thoughts flashed once more to my father. The mood was no over. I pushed Erik lightly from my cock and got in the hot tub. I dunked under quickly and then looked at him. The sadness had once again taken me over. Erik could instinctively tell. He slid over next to me and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Still thinking about your dad?" He asked, heartfelt concern in his voice.
"Yeah," I replied softly. "I'm sorry baby," I said, a tear coming to my eye.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for Adam," He said, wiping the tear from my eye. "I love you, and I would never do anything that would make you unhappy. Now come here," He said, pulling me into a hug.
I could feel the tears starting to build as Erik hugged me. But I fought them back this time. I let out a sigh and buried my face into Erik's neck. I loved him so much. I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone so perfect as he was to me. No matter what the problem, a few seconds in his embrace would make me feel better. Even as happy as I felt in his arms, I knew the problem of my dad was still there. And I knew I would not be able to rest until I knew how he felt, be it good or bad.
"I think I'm going to go talk to him," I said, pulling away from his embrace.
"Okay, do you want me to come with you?"
"No. I think it would be better if I did this alone," I explained, stepping out of the hot tub.
"Okay, I love you baby," He said, grasping my hand and squeezing lightly.
"I love you too," I said, drying off with the bathrobe that hung by the hot tub.
After I had dried myself I slipped my clothes back on. I grabbed my jacket from the floor and zipped it quickly up. I dug in the pocket and slipped my hat on. I blew Erik a kiss then opened the door. A blast of cold air blew at me quickly, tossing snow directly into my face. I sure hoped that wasn't an omen of some sort. I shut the door behind me and began to walk down way towards my father's cabin.
When I arrived at the cabin I found myself suddenly chickening out. I stopped for a second and thought to myself. 'You gotta do it Adam.' I thought to myself. I brought my hand up to the door and knocked quickly, as so I wouldn't have time to move my hand. I suddenly found my throat extremely dry. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and run back to Erik's embrace. But something kept me there, thankfully.
I was sure I would've been crying if the freezing temperatures hadn't frozen my tears before they left my eyes. But I was sure the sadness hadn't taken me over by the time Heather came to answer the door. She smiled brightly at me, and pulled me into a hug.
"He's been waiting for you," She spoke into my ear.
I just smiled and thought 'Oh fucking great' to myself. She let me then grabbed her coat from the coat rack. "I'm going to get cocoa, I'll be back," she yelled then quickly exited. 'Oh fucking great' I thought again. 'Now we're alone' The nervousness that had built up in me wouldn't even let me remove my jacket. But remembering the little bit of manners my insane mother had taught me, I removed my shoes at the door. I walked into the living room of their cabin and sat on the chair, directly across from my father.
As it had with Erik earlier, my throat completely dried up. Every time I tried to speak, the words got caught in my throat. My father had yet to take his eyes off of me. I hated that his emotions were so unreadable. I couldn't stand this silence anymore. I cleared my throat and prepared to speak, but my father beat me to it.
"Adam........Are you?"
Are you? He couldn't even bring himself to say the word Gay. It was a fucking sexuality, not a terminal disease. Any sadness I had left me with that statement. But what was sadness quickly turned to anger.
"Am I?" I asked loudly. "Its my sexuality dad, not a terminal fucking disease!"
I hadn't meant to get so loud. It was just that people, biggots, homophobes were my pet peave. In my mind, being homosexual was not something you could control. It was just who you were meant to be.
"Oh God, Adam I'm sorry," He said, his voice cracking with the finish of the statement.
I brought my eyes from the floor and looked into his eyes. I saw there, what looked like tears. Oh God, I had made my father cry.
"Dad, I...." I started, but could not finish.
"Adam. Look at me," He spoke, his usual stern voice returning. I obliged, and my eyes connected with his. "Honey, I've known for awhile now,"
Wow. My dad had called me honey. But more imporatantly, what did he mean he'd known for awhile now? How? But then it occured to me, Heather.
"What do you mean you've known? Did Heather tell you?"
"No, I swear to you she didn't. Its hard to explain Adam. When your a parent, a mother usually, you get instincts. But since your mother is shacked up in an asylum, God gave me them instincts. I knew from the first time you brought Erik home. The look in your eyes completely gave it away," He said, smiling slightly.
I felt my heart lift quickly from my stomach. My thoughts bounced quickly to my mother. I wonder how she liked the wacko basket? Oh well. My thoughts clicked back to the matter at hand. 'Instincts' I thought. 'Erik's mom had said the same thing'
"Then you don't care?" I asked cautiously.
"Adam, I'm your father. Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy,"
That was the end of that conversation for me. I jumped quickly from the chair and he met me with a hug. In all of my 18 years, this was the first time I had ever hugged my father. We stayed like that for what felt like minutes. I could never imagined my dad to take to this so well. Not even had my dreams turned out so well. I parted the hug and then looked at him. A relieved smile was strectched across his face, as I'm sure there was one across mine as well.
"What a relief," I said, letting out a happy sigh.
"Tell me about it," He agreed.
The discussion about my sexuality was officially over. We talked for a few minutes more, the conversation centered on my insane mother, and how she was liking her padded room. After about five minutes of that, I announced my departure, siting sleepyness, and the desire to tell Erik how things had went. He said okay, and gave me one last hug before I left the cabin.
I was almost skipping as I walked back to my cabin. I opened the door quickly and rushed to where Erik was sitting. I jumped on him quickly and began to kiss him, not noticing at all that Heather sat across from him. It was her amused that snapped me out of my kissing trance. I started to blush lightly, then sat on the sofa next to Erik. I grasped his hand in mine, then turned to Heather.
"Everything went well I take it?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Extremely well. Thanks Heather," I said, knowing she had something to do with my father's attitude.
"I didn't do anything," She said, grinning at us.
She walked over to us and gave us both a quick kiss on the top of the head. She grabbed her jacket from the coat rack and exited the cabin. I turned back to Erik, and noticed the usual bright, vivrant fire was back in his eyes. I kissed him lightly, and began to explain the goings on that had happened with my dad. With the finish of my story, he grabbed me into and embrace and just held me. I sighed out a contented sigh as he began to lay down on the sofa. I followed suit, and laid my head onto his chest. I looked up at him and noticed his eyes were closed. I kissed him softly on the nose, then laid my head back on his chest. I sighed out one last time, and closed my eyes, Erik's rhythmic breathing acting as my lullaby as I quickly drifted off to sleep.
THE END....