Literature
Lady Death
The night was still. There wasn’t a sound, not even the wind. Even Eric was quiet tonight, his partner laying still as the dead beside him. He should have been sleeping by all rights since work came early, but he was reluctant to even think about closing his eyes.
One hand played with the hem of the blanket, the other clutching his night shirt tightly. Ever since Eric turned out the light and put his book aside, Alan’s heart picked up speed. The urge to roll over and wake his partner was hard to fight back, his playing the only thing keeping his hand from shoving Eric’s shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, he forced his body