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barks.
    "Excuse
me?" I am furious at this point. I'm done fucking around with this prick!
    "He
isn't here," he whispers before I can do or say anything else. "Only
you are."
    "What
are you talking about?" I ask.
    He
smiles, but it’s still emotionless. "Come on, Dear—you knew one of you
would have to go."
    My
chest seizes between breaths. One of us would have to go? I don't
understand any of this, and everything seems surreal.
    The
last I recall, I had spent a wonderful evening at home with Justin. Now my head
is spinning, and I'm not sure where I am. It suddenly looks a lot like our
bedroom, down to the black bed cover and the deep red accents.
    "Are
you okay?" Justin asks softly.
    "What?"
I ask in a groggy voice that barely works. I clear my throat and rub my eyes,
trying to get them to open further than the tiny slits they are at the moment.
    "You
looked like you might have been having a bad dream." His handsome face is
full of kindness and concern. Of course he looks sexy even with bed-hair. I
need an hour to be presentable and he looks good just by opening his eyes.
Okay, that’s not true, he doesn’t even have to open his eyes.
    I think
he's right. I think I was having a very bad dream, but damned if I can remember
any of it already. It had immediately faded into the dream abyss. Whatever it
was, I don’t think I was enjoying it because it left me with a sick feeling and
a racing heart.
    My
reality settles as I try to fully wake. Justin, complete with be-my-tongue-jockey morning stubble, is just a few inches away. He's comfortably propped on his
right shoulder to face me.
    Lazily
rubbing my eyes, I realize what has happened again. "Babe?"
    "Yes,
Beautiful?" he responds, the alertness in his voice giving me my answer
before I ask the question.
    "Were
you watching me sleep again?"
    I smile
when I hear his guilty little laugh.
    I'll
pretend that I don't adore it. "When are you going to stop doing that?
I've been here for months and I'm not going anywhere." My lips betray me
and will not release my grin.
    "I'm
just not tired and bored with you yet. Maybe someday," he teases. His hand
gently rests on my cheek and he uses the pad of his thumb to rub my bottom lip.
"Truth is, I'm still completely under your spell and I hope it's never
lifted. After a lifetime of wanting to be alone by morning, I am fascinated by
the comfort it gives me to wake up and feel your body pressed into the sheets
next to me, the warmth of your smooth skin touching me, the angelic contours of
your relaxed face."
    With my
mind still crossing the horizon from dream to reality, and now swooning in the
churning and upwelling of his love, I desperately need something to hold on to.
I roll over and throw myself over his chest, squeezing him tightly. "I
love you, Justin."
    "I
love you too, Warrior, more than life itself." He swings his arm around my
shoulders, enveloping me into the safety and security of his embrace.
    I toss
my leg over his, wanting as much contact as I can get. Our sheets press into
his gorgeous body and outline his form. Even his sleeping cock is an obvious
bulge that draws my eyes.
    "I'm
keeping you all to myself today," he says. "I don't want to have my
eyes off you for a moment."
    "That's
the plan," I tell him. I know he's smiling above me. "I'm all yours,
no interruptions. Are we staying in and being lazy, or did you have something
in mind?"
    "Going
out," he answers, his voice full of matter-of-factness . "I
thought a nice drive to a couple of my favorite wineries, a few good bottles of
grape juice, something to eat outside of the city for a change?"
    "I
love it!" My voice relays my excitement.
    "I
thought you would. Tony will be picking us up in—" He pauses and stretches
his neck to see the time. "An hour."
    "Good
to know," I laugh, not at all surprised by his assumption that I would
want to go, or that I would be able to get ready so quickly.
     
     
    THE DRIVE TO WASHINGTONVILLE was wonderful, so much of it reminds
me of my