The sun was streaming in through the window when I woke up. I could hear birds singing outside. Mitch's arm was draped over me, her hand resting on my bare breast. I could feel her breath in my hair, her modest bust pressed against my back, our legs entwined together under the covers

There was pure serenity there, and I let it wash over me for a few minutes. I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and everything was right with the world. Except, of course, that it wasn't. My parents were never going to accept this, accept her as my partner. I pushed the thought away. They...