Samuel
"I suppose you will." Sam smiled, watching Nate go to get the rope with excitement building in his chest. He had known for a while his fantasies did not just include romantic missionary in the dark, but he had never (as far as he remembered) been so bold to suggest anything quite so adventurous as this. Nervousness mingled in his heart with affection and trust for Nate, the laugh that came as Nate snapped the rope both thrilled and little scared.That trust led him to hold out his wrists without question, obediently rising them before him and waiting to be tied. "Of course,...sir." The title came out without thought, but Sam suspected that Nate might like to hear it.
And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get
'Cause the older I get
I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject