GOOD MORNING

WENDY:

It is 4:26 A.M.

I shook Frederick from slumber, but he was too deep asleep to move on my lap. He had shut down right after he thrice confirmed his love for me.

He laid his head comfortably on my right shoulder with his legs stretched to the door. His banded hair had loosened out of the tie, and the curls half covered his restful face.

I stroke his back warmly as he snored softly. His sweats gummed on my skin, and his fluid from earlier stuck below my abdomen. We both smell like after-sex, but somehow, I love it.

Frederick smells natural. It is not a smell that can easily be rooted to roses or candies; it is similar to air, refreshing and enlivening, yet indescribable.

“Wen…” He whispered unconsciously, and I smiled over his cuteness.

“Can we go in now?” I asked without hope of a response.

Frederick looks tired. He should be. After the hectic fight day at school and long sex at night, he should have nothing but weak bones.

Carefully, I lifted his naked body and took us o