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I felt his breath on my face before I woke. A man was in my bed, an honest, decent, warm, and seemingly loyal man who only wanted me. Giovanni was the stuff of my teenage dreams. A handsome prince who would sacrifice all to win my hand.
Something about Giovanni’s presence close by stirred me from an enjoyable dream that I was sure he featured in. I smelled his manliness, a mixture of shower gel that lingered, the perspiration of sleep, and, perhaps, a mild aroma of musky precum that leaked into his pajama pants from a circumcised cock that stayed hard, even when he slept.
When I opened my eyes, he smiled and started my day off in the best possible way.
“Good Morning, boyfriend. How long have you been awake, watching me?”
“Long enough to know you purr like a contented kitten and twitch your nose in the cutest way. Also, you form adorable dimples when smiling as your dreams provoke it.”
“And you got all that from what? Ten minutes of observing my sleep, or were you up all night?”
“I woke an hour ago and have watched you since.”