The alarm clock sounded next to the bed dashing the state of comfort I had become accustom to. I lifted my head from the soft mound of flesh that was Ryan’s chest and silenced the alarm. I took my spot once again on Ryan. His soft breathing and the beating of his heart were music to my ears. This man lived for me.

Ever since our little gym fling, Ryan and I have been inseparable. I moved in with him a few weeks ago. Partly so I wasn’t renting an apartment I wasn’t using, but more importantly because Ryan and I were getting very serious.

"Is it that time already?" he asked. His voice echoed through his chest. "No, your just imaging things. Stay right where you are," I told him as I tightened my grip on him. He leaned forward enough to kiss me on the top of my head. " Come on baby, you know I can’t be late. The foremen gets really angry when I’m late." I hugged him tighter for a second before giving up my attempt to stay intertwined with him for hours longer. We untangled our naked bodies as he shifted his feet to the floor, sitting upright. He rubbed his face with his massive hands and stood up. Before he could take another step, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him back into a sitting position. I wrapped my legs around his waist while my arms embraced his chest. His back was so warm against my stomach. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear. He let out a low, early morning moan that made my heart jump. He broke locks and whirled around, pinning my arms to the bed. His lips met mine. No matter how long Ryan and I had or would be together, his kiss would always drive me wild. After what seemed like forever, he lifted his lips. "Now, I’m going to take a shower, and your going to stay right here, right beautiful?" he questioned me. "Anything for you babe," I told him as I took another taste of his sweet lips.

He went to the bathroom and took his shower as I lay there. I took his pillow and hugged it. I couldn’t have him, so his pillow had to do. I stayed there, curled up in bed. Not awake, but not quite asleep. I cracked open my eyes as I heard him renter the room. He was wrapped in a towel, still dripping. He took it off, drying the rest of his massive body. It was such a turn on watching him rub that towel across his chest, down his abs, and around his legs. Ryan tossed the towel back into the bathroom and got dressed for work. The usual white wife beater and ratty old jeans. He worked construction, so he couldn’t wear anything to nice. He came over and rubbed my back, waking me from my fake slumber. "Alright, I’m gonna go make my lunch, then I’m off. You have a great day. Take it easy. We’ll do something special tonight, I promise. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. No more than a few seconds later, I already missed him. I grabbed a pair of Ryan’s mesh shorts, playfully discarded next to the bed last night, and slipped them on. He was a big boy, so they were a little bigger than I liked them to be. I heard him stuffing a bag of chips into his lunch bag as I