MY ANTONIO

CAMILLE (FL) — 22YRS

ANTONIO (ML) — 28YRS

The moonlight slipped through the curtains, silver and soft against my bare skin. I lay tangled in Antonio’s arms, his body heavy and warm around me. For a moment I just listened to him breathe, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back, his arm curled around my waist like a shield. He looked so peaceful in sleep, stripped of the weight he usually carried. I almost didn’t want to move.

But curiosity tugged at me. Slowly, I slid out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded barefoot across the room. The floor was cool...