Vince and Rocky: PART TWO
TWO
Rocky lay awake in his bed. His roommate had fallen asleep nearly two hours ago, yet, he could not relax enough to sleep.
He was so warm... he thought happily. It felt so good just to lean on him... his nice, warm, furry, muscular arm...
_ _ Beginning to blush, he stopped thinking about that.
_ Why don't I just have the guts to tell him how I feel...? I'm so weak, I swear. Anyone else would have told him... I know if I go sleep, I'll dream of him and wake up sad and frustrated. There's no sleeping for me, I guess..._
He sat up slowly and glanced across the room at the blue, furry lump lying under the blankets in the bed across from his.
He's so adorable when he sleep... so... soft- looking, and peaceful. God, I love him. I gotta tell him. I gotta do it next chance I get, or I'll never do it. Sighing deeply, he laid back down and snuggled his blanket, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.