Nighttime - Malcolm
(Knowledge series)

He passes me by on my way to the bridge.

"I love you, Malcolm!"

One look into his eyes and I know he means it, with his heart and with his soul, all his feelings are visible on his face, leaving him vulnerable, defenseless. As I step closer, as I feel his skin beneath the tip of my fingers I take in his musky scent, I savor the texture of his lips, I drown in those green eyes that hold back nothing at all.

I wake up and I know that I will not hear what I want to hear.

... to be continued here