Danilo
I didn't know what to do.
I had never been more confused in my life as I stared at my reflection on the ceiling mirror. Every morning I woke up and saw my reflection first thing. It never really meant much to me.
Always the same, bed hair, flushed cheeks and tired eyes. My skin always looked a little pale when I woke up and I never easily wore pyjamas if not for my boxers. The bed was always empty. Just myself, the sheets and a few pillows. Benecio sometimes crept in when there was a thunderstorm.
Today was different though. I wasn't alone in bed. There was a small silhouette right next to me. Dark curly hair spread across my chest and the sweetest face against it as well. Dove's long elegant fingers rested on my ribcage as his lean arm was thrown over my abdomen.
