The Truth of Yesterday by Josh Aterovis

I'd acted like a royal prick.
     
         I raised myself up onto my elbow so I could see his face clearly again. I wanted to reach out and touch his face. I wanted to feel his body next to mine, skin against skin. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to shake him awake and make love to him. I didn't do any of these things though. I just laid there and watched him sleep until my eyes refused to stay open any longer.
     
    * * *
         All too soon, I was awakened by the rude blaring of the alarm clock. For a few confused seconds I couldn't remember where I was or why my alarm was going off when it was still pitch black. Then I felt Micah stirring beside me and it all came back to me.
     
         I fumbled with the clock, finally managing to get it turned off. I so did not want to get up. I forced myself into a sitting position with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I sat like that while I tried to wake up enough to think clearly.
     
         “What time is it?” Micah asked.
     
         “Too early,” I mumbled.
     
         I was trying to summon the energy to stand up when I felt his hand slide across my back, warm and slightly rough. I felt a shiver ripple through me. I suddenly felt very awake.
     
         “I didn't even hear you come in last night,” he said.
     
         “I didn't want to wake you.”
     
         “I wish you had.” I felt him sit up behind me and a second hand joined the first in its exploration of my back.
     

     “I should go. I need to make sure I'm in place before Knox gets up,” I said, but I didn't move. I felt paralyzed by the touch of his hands. He slid them up my sides and across my shoulders as another chill went through my body. He leaned in close to me, I could feel the heat from his chest so close to my back as his hands slid over my shoulders and down my chest.
     
         “God, Killian, you're so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear, echoing my thoughts about him from just a few hours ago.
     
         He began to kiss my neck and it felt like fire spreading throughout my body. I heard a little whimper and realized it was me. He gently pulled against my shoulders, pulling me against his body. I melted into him, all thoughts of work completely gone now. I was lost in the moment.
     
         I tipped my head so that I could look into his eyes. Even in the darkness, I could see the love there…and the hunger. His lips met mine and I twisted my body so that we could kiss comfortably. The kiss, starting out as a soft pressure, quickly heated up. I felt Micah maneuver himself and slowly lower me to the bed with him on top, where we continued to kiss. I felt something poking me in the side and realized it was Micah and that I was undoubtedly doing some poking of my own. Meanwhile, Micah hands were all over me, sliding up my sides, down my legs, across any skin he could reach. I'd never felt anything like it, I felt electrified. My breath was coming in gasps now.
     
         Micah slowly pulled back and looked down on me.
     
         “I love you,” he said softly.
     
         “I love you too,” I answered, truthfully and without hesitation.
     
         He leaned in for another kiss, but this one ended quickly as he moved his lips down to my throat and began kissing me there. My body arched underneath him in response, and he slowly moved his lips down my chest and then to my stomach. My mind was whirling among the clouds but it was brought quickly back to earth when I felt Micah's hands slide into the band of my boxers.
     
         “Micah,” I gasped, panic in my voice, as I grabbed his wrists.
     
         “What is it Killian?” he asked in a tortured voice. “You know I love you and I know you love me. What's wrong?”
     
         “I…I'm scared,” I whispered.
     
         The look in his eyes softened as his hand gently stroked my cheek. “I promise I won't hurt you,” he said, his voice so sincere I couldn't