fifty-shades-of-grey

The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze thatbrings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinklingdusty scales in the circle of light. I’m struggling to resist, but I’m drawn. And thenit’s so bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and meltingfrom the heat, weary in my endeavors to stay airborne. I am so warm. The heat… it’sstifling, overpowering. It wakes me.I open my eyes, and I’m draped in Christian Grey. He’s wrapped around me like a victoryflag. He’s fast asleep with his head on my chest, his arm over me, holding me close,one of his legs thrown over and hooked around both of mine. He’s suffocating me withhis body heat, and he’s heavy. I take a moment to absorb that he’s still in my bed and fastasleep, and it’s light outside – morning. He has spent the whole night with me.My right arm is stretched, no doubt in search of a cool spot, and as I process the factthat he’s still with me, the thought occurs that I can touch him. He’s asleep. Tentatively, Ilift my hand and run the tips of my fingers down his back. Deep in his throat, I hear a faintdistressed groan, and he stirs. He nuzzles my chest, inhaling deeply as he wakes. Sleepy,blinking gray eyes meet mine beneath his tousled mop of hair.“Good morning,” he mumbles and frowns. “Jesus, even in my sleep I’m drawn toyou.” He moves slowly, unpeeling his limbs from me as he gets his bearings. I become