good morning!

"good morning Marie."

He's holding me still. It's still dark out. I feel his warmth. Hear his heart beating. It's so relaxing, I'm calm.

"Good morning Devin. " I yawn and stretch. "Thank you for staying with me."

"next time you should get dressed first.

"oh my God!!!!" I'm totally exposed. Devin stood up and handed me the blinked from the floor.

Apparently we kicked them off last night.

I don't remember my dreams.

"So um I'm going to the restroom. I will get your clothes they should be clean..You can put this on for now." He hands be a black tee shirt.

He has been very respectfully of my body. I really appreciate it. I was starting to feel like everyone acted like animals in heat. When they were close to the opposite sex.

His tee-shirt comes down to my knees.

There is a cool skull with pointy teeth biting brass knuckles on it. This is from one of my favorite bands.

I walk to grab my bag. My art... there is blood on so much for it.

My bags soaked still.

I'm so lucky Devin found me.

"Is there somewhere I can sit my heart out to dry. I was like to save as much of it as I can."

"of course bring it here."

he walks me out of the room and we stand my long dark hallway I cannot see the end to either side. directly across the hall from the room that we were previously and we walk in. it is a very large dark room. when Devin turns on the light I feel like I'm in an art gallery. the walls are covered in art that he's created. it is so beautiful. I love his amazing style.

I sent my artwork and bagged out on the floor and walk around.

The combination of water painting and ink. It's like seeing your beautiful day dream, or somebody's nightmare. I find it truly amazing. He has pictures of people, animals, and places.

"so you really do like my art? Here I thought you were just trying to flatter me."

"No I love it."

"Well over here is the picture I told you about."

he walks me over to his art desk there is a beautiful picture of a woman. A piece of paper is covering the head however she is dancing in a beautiful white dress. She has a slim waist with large boobs. Her long black hair floating in the air as she spun around. She is beautiful. I move the sheet for paper. It's me...

He really does like me.

"Tell me what you think."

"you can read my mind." I joke.

He steps closer to me his face close to mine.

His eyes are so intense. I've never seen him look like this. Why does he have to be so close my heart is pounding so loud I can't hear my own thoughts.

"It means so much more when it comes from your lips." he gently touches my lips for a brief second. "So tell me please."

"what do you want to hear?" I'm so blushing right now.

"What am I to you?" he asked very seriously.

"That's complicated. There is not one word to say what you mean to me. Your my friend. Some one I trust more than anyone else. You are an amazing person, an amazing artist. You show me respect, and you saved my life. On top of that your the man who has stolen my dreams. Wonderful, wild dreams of you. For over a month you have been on my mind almost constantly. You make me blush. You make my heart run wild. You make me smile, and dry my tears. . . so a more important questions are... what am I to you? and what do you want me to be?"

He takes a step back and smiles.

"Those are good questions. Let's set your art out before I answer. "

...sigh ...

I want to be more then trusted friends, but I can't say that without knowing his feelings.

He is helping me set out my art ... we are laying the art work down on the floor so it can dry.

He has a stack of papers, and I have a stack. we are on opposite sides of the room it's awkwardly quiet. I look over at him.

Devin is setting down against the wall. Staring at a picture he's holding with one hand. His other hand covering his mouth. He is blushing, I have never seen him look so red. Oh no what did he find? I set the rest of my papers down and walk over.

"what did you find" I'm embarrassed just asking. Thinking about it not all my dreams were PG. Although non of my art is R rated a few pictures were mature contents, relating to him.

"when have you even seen me like this?"

"um.." now I'm really embarrassed. "that was from a dream I had."

"oh please ... tell me about this dream. "

"oh boy..." "well... um.. it was a dream so it's not like I was making it happen... well any ways. ...sigh... So you pushed me back gently on to a bed. You leaned in to kiss me and we kissed...

"This doesn't look like we just kissed." now he's wanting details.

"well the kissing continued. My lips, my neck... I took your shirt off... more kissing... you removed my shirt... kissing my neck and chest... my hands were all over your body. With every kiss we held each other closely. I tried to pin you down playfully, you were too strong but you let me for a moment as I kissed down your toned neck, chest, your abs...." I'm sure my face is glowing red by now. my hearts racing just remembering this hot dream. I continue. " that's when I unbuttoned your pants... before I could look at your face... you were on top. you whispered in my ear. Then that was the face you made when I responded..."

"um.." I look up at him. He looks so hot right now. But at a loss for words. I wonder who is blushing more him or me. He finally finds his words. "What's with the markings around my neck here. Did you have a matching one?"

"it's a permanent mark and yes. you thought that's a large noticeable permanent mark would be better than something small."

Thank you for changing the subject before the end of the dream. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

"yeah it is." he smiled. "Um I want to show you this picture I did." He gets up and gets a paper out of his desk he brings it over and it's the same permanent. He sat down right next to me. The picture was from the neck to right above the nipples. It was my chest. It even has my mole on my collarbone, and a freckle on my right breast. ...

"looks like you have been in my dreams too" Devin said as I looked over he placed his hand on the side of my face. He slowly leans in and I kiss him. He kisses me.