Becoming Noah Baxter

A gentleman takes care of a woman, ensures they feel important, and that all their needs are met before his own, because a gentleman is fully aware of his manhood, and is reminded of it every night when his woman screams out his name in ecstasy.

I'm trying this new thing were I'm not a complete ass to everyone. Most days I fail.

He sees my smile and his eyes shine in a way that will never make me doubt the love he has for me, making me feel like there is no separation between our two bodies; that despite our separate forms we still remain a whole, and no amount of distance can change that.

Someone having this kind of power over you is painful in a way, because it makes you aware of how they can shatter and destroy you like no one else ever could.

We could probably go days without talking and still feel verbally satisfied, communicating in ways only two souls destined to be together can.

The pain of her absence makes me even more aware of how much she's become a part of me.

You. All I need is you,” he says, more as an exhausted sigh. “Tell me about your day. All of it. Every last detail.

I'm going to kiss you now, and then I'm going to fuck you because that's all I'm capable of right now. I need you so bad I can't be anything but rough. Then we'll clean each other and spend all night and tomorrow making love in my bed. Yeah?

We complete the other in ways no one else ever could, teaching one another things about ourselves we wouldn't have known otherwise.

I don't budge, accepting my fate, thankful that for a brief moment in my life I had the opportunity to discover what life was all about: the ability to love; the courage and strength it takes to love a person, no matter how different they are. Forgiving that they have flaws and appreciating their imperfections. Knowing those are the things that define them, forming them into something that cannot be defined and shelved into a category. Understanding that's what makes them so remarkable.

Is this what normal is?" Jay asks as we continue to watch the show. "What part?" "All of it. Having a shitty day and coming home to someone who takes care of you. Making love to that person. Sharing your day. Realizing everyday can suck if it means your evenings end up like this." "I don't know" I answer truthfully. "My parents either avoided each other or argued." Jay doesn't respond, just cuddles more of me under him. "I hope this is our normal." He quietly confides after a few more minutes.

Be that man, Jay. Be the man who fights for us and will never let anything destroy what we have. Don't doubt the love we share. Know that is there's one thing true and real in your life it's us, it's our love. Please don't let me go again. Fight for me, Jay. I need to know nothing can take you from me, that you would never allow it.

Strength comes in more ways than one. Muscle is the weakest form. Inner strength is the strongest, nobody can break you there. Inner is what she has, and what I should have been striving towards.

the ability to love; the courage and strength it takes to love a person, no matter how different they are. Forgiving that they have flaws and appreciating their imperfections. Knowing those are the things that define them, forming them into something that cannot be defined and shelved into a category. Understanding that's what makes them so remarkable.

Care to explain this to me?” I slam the statement into his chest, giving it a push, but of course he doesn't budge. Damn him and his muscular awesomeness.