I’m dreaming of Hutch.
I’m dreaming of his gentle hands cradling me every time I feel pain or fear.
I’m dreaming of his hands on my body; caressing me and finding the spots that only he knows will send me into ecstasy.
I’m dreaming of his lips pressed against mine as his tongue seeks out the ridge behind my teeth to make me shudder with joy.
I’m dreaming of the way he holds me just before he pushes inside me, gripping my hips and rubbing his pelvis against my butt.
I’m dreaming of how much I love him and how I don’t want to go…not yet.
I wonder if he’ll ever know I dreamed about him today.

“Doctor look.”
“He must be nearer consciousness than we thought.”
“If I keep holding his hand I know he’ll wake up.”