here all of my life. Desire held me in its tight grab, so I wasn’t thinking about themorning after.“I want you.” I said too quickly while the searing passion rocked me.He smiled a seductively half smile and quickly said, “Yeah.”I let him do his thing and his thing was tight. When he broke me off what he hadalways denied me, every touch he made on my impassioned skin, my body respondedwith whispers cries and deep moans. I didn’t deny what I was feeling letting my mindand body float to the paradise of his making. He made me feel so desired, so wanted thatI freely released all of my inhibition so that I too, could please him. We did more thanhave sex, the night before the morning after….we made love.It’s the morning after… how will he feel about last night, will he feel bad ithappened, mad; sad or indifference and how do I feel? What if our friendship is over,could one night of passion cost us everything? What if he doesn’t want to see me again,or doesn’t want me anymore? These questions and more played out in my mind while Ifelt him stirring next to me.He’s waking to this morning after…. and I’m terrified that things will changecompletely between us. I know his history, he’s told me often enough of his walk of indifference and her moment of shame. Perhaps last night was just a thang for him, arelease, or could it be something worst. He might not care for me at all, perhaps he never have. He might not care that we made love just considered it, and me, a friendship with benefits thing. Now it’s the morning after… and my thoughts are what he might think of me andwhat do I think of myself? Will he think I was just a cheap trick, a quick thrill, someoneeasily used because of my feelings for him? Perhaps I should have thought of all of thisthe night before the morning after….Out of my fear, I thought to pretend I was still asleep when he woke or just turn awayfrom him to give him a chance to snick out of bed and leave without my questioninggaze, but before my decision was made he turn to me and gave me his half smile and my body hummed. He could do that to me with his smile.“Good morning.” He said not even trying to move his arm from around me.“Good morning.” I respond feeling a deep desire to pull him even closer within me.He kissed my lips and looked into my eyes.At times like this I think about the things I love like soft puppies, ice cream, warmsummer days and hot air-balloons, but this morning after… I thought about how I willknow what we did was right and what if I want more and other questions that work themselves in my head throughout the early morning hours.I wanted to know the answers to them all and I wanted them right now, so I asked.“Where do we go from here?”He looked at me with his half smile and a raised brow before he answered.. “Well,” he started moving to seat up in bed. “We could take a shower, have some breakfast and talk about it over coffee for hours and still not know for sure.”I did the same so that it didn’t appear that he held the advantage over me.He continued “But the truth is that I can’t promise you love nor can I promise youme. What I can promise you is that I will tell you the truth.”I stare into his dark pools staring back at me with a broken heart.