Home - 1. Part 1

After we had looked through the house we decided to have a little snack, so I went to the RV to get an orange for us and then we lay down on the couch together. I had my head on Troy's lap and while I was peeling the orange he gently stroked my hair.

"Watching the sunset from here every night will be amazing," he said.

"Yeah, I can't wait."

"But you know what would be even more amazing?"

"What?"

He slid his hand down my stomach and softly rubbed my crotch. I was aroused instantly.

"If you were naked," he said.

"That could be arranged," I replied, grinning.

"It could?"

"Sure. How about this? First we have a romantic dinner and afterwards we take a bath together, then we watch the sunset and finally we go to bed and you make love to me."

"I just came in my pants."

I giggled.

"Don't be gross," I said.

"Sorry."

"It's ok."

"I love you, you know? And I mean insanely."

"I love you too," I replied, took his hand and kissed it.

When we had eaten the orange we filled the tub with water from the barrel in the RV and then drove down to the river to refill it. Next we chose a room, the one with the ocean view, changed the linen and set up candles everywhere. We also brought in Lucky's stuff, fed him, made him a hot water bag and after he had done his business we put him in his bed close to ours. While the water in the tub was heating up I made dinner and then we sat down at the table across from each other, with a candle between us.

"There's so much to do," I said while we were eating. "We'll run out of food soon and we need to secure the house and where are we going to find seeds for our garden?"

"Let's worry about all that tomorrow and just enjoy ourselves tonight, alright?"

"Ok, sorry."

"Are you nervous? About making love I mean."

"Yeah, a little, but I'm also excited and I trust you, so I'm sure it'll be amazing."

"I'm nervous too. I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't, you just have to go slow, at least at first."

"And then what? You wanna get pounded?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Why would you think that?"

"You once said that you'd like to 'f' the poop out of me."

"Yeah, but you were really opposed to the idea. That's no longer the case?"

"No, I've changed my mind."

"Why?" he asked, slightly frowning.

"Because I love you so much that I'd do anything for you."

"But that's not right. If you're doing something you don't actually enjoy, just for me, it'll have the opposite effect, cause when I notice I'll feel like shit. So please just let me make you as happy as you possibly can be. That's all I'll ever need."

"But if we only ever do things I like I'll feel bad too."

"How about we'll just always be open with each other and talk about what we want and what we don't want?"

"Ok, you first."

"I'd like to go slow, all the way, cause I wanna savor every moment."

"Aww, me too."

"Alright, that's settled then."

We both grinned.

After eating in silence for a few minutes I thought of something.

"Hey Troy, if the world hadn't ended, what would a date with you look like?" I asked.

"I'd leave it up to you."

"No, come on, what if I wouldn't be interested in you, but I'd give you one evening to change my mind, what would you do?"

"How well do I know you at that point?"

"We would've chatted for maybe half an hour, so you'd know the basics."

"Alright. First we'd have dinner at some fancy Chinese restaurant and we'd order half the menu, try stuff we had never heard of before, dare each other to eat gross shit and share everything. Then I'd take you to a fair, where we'd go on every ride, eat lots of candy and in the end I'd win you some insanely big stuffed animal, even if it would cost me a fortune. Next we'd catch a late movie and I'd try to make a move. Nothing too forward though, maybe stroking your arm or at the most holding your hand. Afterwards I'd take you home, thank you for the best evening of my entire life and leave without even trying to kiss you."

"No kiss? That's very rude, you know?"

He laughed.

"But that would be my way of showing you that I respect you," he said.

"Ok, but after such an amazing time you totally would've won me over, so if you wouldn't kiss me in the end I'd assume you're not interested and be really bummed out."

"Not for long though, cause the second I'd come home I'd call and ask you out on another date."

"That might work."

"What about you? What would your dream date look like?"

"What you described sounded pretty perfect to me, but the greatest date I can imagine would be a candle-light dinner, taking a bath together, watching the sunset and then making love," I said, smiling, and he grinned.

"So I'm making your dreams come true?"

"Yeah, you really do."

"You know, I'm so fucking hard right now."

"And now you've ruined it."

We both laughed.

"How about we leave the rest of the food for later and skip right to the naked part of the evening?" he asked.

"That's the best idea I've ever heard."

He laughed.

"Let's go."

We hurried to the bathroom and checked the water in the tub. It was already nice and warm, so we quickly undressed and got in. I sat in front of Troy, my back was pressed against him and he was stroking my stomach and chest with one hand and my private parts with the other.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said lustfully, which gave me goosebumps, the good kind.

"I love you," I said, somewhat shakily.

"I want you really fucking badly right now."

"Let's just clean ourselves and then get on the couch, ok?"

"Alright, go on all fours please," he said and I did.

I was a little embarrassed about being on display like that, but as soon as he touched my butt I didn't care anymore. He slid up and down between my cheeks with just the right amount of pressure and after a few seconds he started to stroke my penis with his other hand. I was unbelievably aroused and it felt like I was really tense and completely relaxed at the same time. Suddenly I realized that I was about to climax.

"Wait. Stop," I almost whispered.

"Why, what's wrong? Don't you like this?"

"No, I really do, but I don't want to climax yet. Let me do you, ok?"

"Alright."

He got up, so I took some shower gel and lathered his private parts with it. When I stroked his erection he closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. I washed off the foam and then slowly let the tip of his penis slide into my mouth.

"Jesus," he gasped.

I used my hand to massage his shaft and kept sucking on the head.

Suddenly he backed away.

"No, this isn't right, please stop," he said.

"Why? What's the matter?"

"I don't want you to blow me on your knees like this. Only hookers and porn actors do that. It's demeaning."

"No it's not, because I want to do it this way. If you'd push me down on your penis or hold me in place and hump my mouth, or ejaculate all over my face, that would be kind of demeaning."

"Still, I'm not comfortable with this."

"A week ago you wanted to do me doggy-style. That's much worse, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm never gonna do that either."

"But you want to, don't you?"

"No, not anymore."

"Fine, let's get you on your back then," I said, smirking.

We quickly finished washing each other and got out of the tub. When we were dry we went downstairs and made ourselves comfortable on the couch. Troy was on his back and I was on my side, leaning over him. We kissed passionately and then I scooted down to his penis and let it slide into my mouth again.

"Wait, I wanna do stuff to you too," Troy said.

"Ok,"

We both turned on our sides, in a "69"-position, and I continued to fellate Troy. Suddenly I felt him reach for my butt, so I lifted my leg to make it easier for him. He massaged my anus for a few seconds and then he entered me with his finger, which made my whole body tingle. Next he licked my testicles while he was gently stroking my penis. I was so lost in the pleasure he was giving me that I could barely concentrate on what I was doing to him anymore. After not even a minute I was close to climaxing again, but this time I couldn't bring myself to stop Troy. Soon the orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning and pulsated through me with such intensity that it felt like I was getting electrocuted, but in an extremely enjoyable way. When I had recovered from it I pushed Troy on his back and went to work on his erection more vigorously.

"You don't have to finish me off if you're no longer in the mood, alright?" Troy said, but I only stroked his stomach in response.

I decided to move my head even faster and I could immediately feel him tense up, which I took as a good sign.

"It's coming," he moaned after a few seconds, so I backed away from his penis, but kept rubbing it and then he started to ejaculate. Like last time, watching it made me kind of proud and I loved the feeling of his erection throbbing in my hand. When I looked at him after it was over he smiled at me and softly stroked my butt, which made me smile too.

"You know," he said, "I'm in awe of you and I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life."

"I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"Of course. You're making my dreams come true, remember?"

"You're the dream."

"Aww."

I sat up, leaned down and we kissed tenderly. After a second or two he tried to pull me on top of him, so I broke the kiss.

"We have to get rid of this mess first or we'll need another bath," I said.

"Sure. Sorry," he answered, grinning.

I gave him another quick kiss on the mouth and then started to clean us with the towel I had brought. When I was done we both lay down on our sides again, facing the window, and Troy spooned me from behind. His erection was pressed against my butt, which felt exciting, and he was gently caressing my whole body.

Soon the sun began to set and the sky was colored so breathtakingly it almost looked unreal and bathed the room in the most beautiful warm light.

"I love you," Troy whispered in my ear and then softly kissed it. I was so happy my eyes started to water.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"I couldn't possibly be any better."

"Me neither," he said, smiling. "And this is the most spectacular thing I have ever seen in my life," he added.

"You're not talking about the sunset, are you?" I replied, giggling.

"What sunset?" he asked innocently and we both laughed.

"I wish we could freeze time and stay like this for a week, at least," I said.

"I don't, cause every second I spend with you is as special as this to me, just in a different way."

"Aww, that's so sweet. And I guess you're right, this is just a different kind of special."

"Do you still wanna make love?"

"Yes, more than ever… Unless you're no longer in the mood of course."

"No, I really fucking am. And you know what? This is probably as dark as it'll get, so we should head upstairs, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I can barely see a thing anymore."

We both laughed and then Troy picked me up and carried me to our bedroom. After we had quickly lit all the candles we lay down. This time I was on my back and Troy leaned over me. We kissed passionately and stroked each other for what felt like an hour.

"I want you inside of me," I finally whispered. Troy just nodded and turned around to get the lube from the nightstand. It brought me back to reality for a minute and I looked around the room. Suddenly I heard something.

"Troy, do you hear that?" I asked, alarmed.

"Hear what?

"Voices, like someone's talking."

"No, but I'm so turned on right now that my ears are ringing."

"It's coming from above us, I think, so there must be an attic."

"Shit, are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Wait here, I'll check it out."

"You're not going anywhere without me Troy!"

"Fine, but always stay behind me, alright?"

"Ok."

We put some clothes on, took our guns and then went looking for the entrance to the attic. Weirdly enough we found it right outside of our room, but it was very well hidden in the ceiling and the roof was flat, so it hadn't occurred to us that there even was an attic, which was why we had missed it when we searched the house earlier.

"Open it. Slowly," Troy said, so I did while he got ready to fire. When it was open I pulled down the ladder. "Is someone up there?!" Troy yelled, but there was no response. "We're armed, so if you have any weapons you better put them away, cause if I see you holding something I won't hesitate to blast you to kingdom come! You got that?!" Still nothing, so Troy started to climb the ladder. I was right behind him and when I reached the top I quickly drew my gun again, but I couldn't see anyone. The attic was mostly empty, except for a big pile of cardboard boxes in the far left corner.

"Maybe it was just the wind or something," Troy said.

"No, it wasn't… Maybe I'm so unnaturally happy that I'm literally losing my mind," I replied nervously. Troy seemed to think I was joking, because he laughed. I frowned at him and he instantly turned serious again.

"I'm sorry, but that can't be it. They must've climbed out the window. Let's check," he said.

We walked to the window together, but when we passed the pile of boxes I suddenly noticed that there was an empty space in the middle of it. I immediately tugged on Troy's shirt and pointed at it. He signaled me to pull the box in the front away, so I did. What we found inside really shocked me. There were two young boys, who looked like they were related. One was about eight or nine and the other maybe thirteen and they both had long, dark brown hair that covered most of their foreheads. The younger boy stared at us with giant eyes and quickly put his hand on the chest of the other boy, who was lying in a sleeping bag.

"Troy, lower your shotgun," I said.

"No, they could be armed."

"Even if they were, are you planning to just gun them down if they make a wrong move?"

He sighed heavily and lowered his shotgun.

"I guess not," he said.

"Hi there, I'm Cody, that's Troy. Who are you?"

"I'm Dylan Jacob or just Dylan and that's my brother Michael, but I call him Mikey and he calls me DJ," the younger boy answered anxiously.

"You don't have to be scared, we're not going to hurt you, I swear," I said.

"Don't touch him or I'll kill you," Michael replied weakly. He was really pale and covered in sweat.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"Nothing, he's perfect," Dylan answered.

"No, I mean is he sick?"

"Yes, he has a fever," Dylan said sadly.

"Maybe we can help. We have all kinds of meds, fresh water and food."

"Oh? You do?"

"Yeah. How about we get you downstairs first?"

"Can you carry Mikey? I'm not strong enough."

"Of course. Troy?"

"We're not going anywhere till they've stripped," Troy said grimly.

"What?" I asked incredulously and frowned at him.

"DJ, they're bad! Run!" Michael suddenly yelled.

"No, Mikey!" Dylan squealed and then hugged his brother and started to cry.

"Oh my god, no, we're not bad, he just wanted to check you for bites, I swear, but that's not going to happen, you don't have to strip, I'm so sorry that he scared you," I said, alarmed.

"Cody, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Troy asked.

"What's wrong with me?! What the heck is wrong with you?! You're not going to make them get naked! Do you have any idea how inappropriate that would be?!"

"You know what would be even more fucking inappropriate?! Fucking dying! And he probably was bitten! He has a fever! That's how it fucking starts!"

"I don't care Troy! They're children! Now stop being such a jerk and let's get them to our bedroom!"

"I'm not fucking touching him!"

"Fine, I'll carry him then," I said and tried to kneel down, but Troy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to him really roughly.

"Get the fuck away from him!" he barked.

"Oww," I cried out and glared at Troy, who turned pale instantly.

"I'm sorry," he gasped.

"Well, you better get used to hurting me fast, because I'm not going to stop!"

"No! I'll carry him!... Please."

"Fine."

He walked up to the boys and went down on one knee.

"Can you please let go of your brother for me?" he asked.

"Please don't hurt him mister, please," Dylan whimpered.

"DJ, it's ok, I was wrong, they're not bad, they're gonna help us," Michael said.

"Are you really sure Mikey?"

"Yes, you can let go, it'll be fine, I promise."

Dylan hesitantly backed away and Troy picked up his brother.

"Were you bitten little man?" Troy asked Michael.

"No, I wasn't, but you can bite me, mofo," Michael answered.

"What did you just say to me?!" Troy asked incredulously.

"You heard me," Michael replied.

"Troy!" I said warningly.

"This ain't over, little shit," Troy said.

"Up yours, d-bag," Michael replied.

"Are you fucking hearing this?!" Troy asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, but he's just a kid and you're the grown-up, remember?" I answered.

"Whatever," Troy mumbled.

He carried Michael to our room and gently put him down on the bed. Dylan immediately climbed over him and covered him up.

"I'll get the meds," I said.

"I'm coming with you," Troy replied, so we both headed to the RV.

"What the fuck Cody?" he said to me in an accusatory tone when we had left the house. "I thought you're gonna have my back from now on."

"Not if you're acting crazy."

"You're the one who's acting fucking crazy! Do you wanna fucking die?! Cause I sure as hell don't!"

"We don't even know if he was bitten or not."

"Exactly, that's why we have to fucking check him!"

"And what if he was bitten? Are you going to shoot a little boy?"

"If it means keeping you safe, hell yes I will!"

"Oh my God, Troy! How can you even say something so horrible?"

"Just fucking think about this for a second! Even if he doesn't kill us, he will kill his little brother if he turns! Do you really want his blood on your hands?!"

"No, but that doesn't mean you should shoot him right away."

"Yes, it fucking does! The sooner the better!"

"Oh my God! Troy! What is with you?! Why are you like this?! I barely recognize you anymore!"

"You wanna know why?!" he yelled. "Cause I'm fucking terrified! Every muscle in my body is tensed up and hurts like hell right now! So I don't fucking care what I have to do, I just can't lose you!"

I quickly hugged him and stroked his back. He was shaking pretty badly.

"You're not going to lose me, I promise. I'll be really careful around him and we'll sleep in the RV tonight, ok?" I said reassuringly.

"Alright," he answered, but his voice sounded strained, like he was trying not to cry.

We stayed in each other's arms till he had stopped shaking. When I let go of him I gave him a tender kiss on the mouth.

"I love you Troy," I said.

"I love you too. I'm sorry I'm like this."

"It's ok, and I'm glad you told me how you feel."

"Come on."

We went to the RV and after we had packed some water, oranges and meds we returned to the house.

Right before we entered our room Troy held up his shotgun. I thought he was overly cautious, but at least now I knew why. When we walked in Dylan immediately put his hand on his brother's chest again.

"Michael, we need to talk about something and I think it would be best if Dylan would wait outside," I said.

"He's staying right here!" Michael replied.

"But he might get scared."

"DJ, cover your ears please," he said and his brother did it without hesitation.

"Ok," I said, "In case you don't know this, if you got bitten you will turn into a monster soon, there's no way around that, and then you will kill your brother. I'm sure you don't want that. Now, we're nice people and we would take really good care of him, so you don't have to worry about that. Just tell us the truth, before it's too late. There's still time to say goodbye and afterwards we'll help you move on peacefully."

"I told you already, I wasn't bitten!" Michael replied, annoyed.

"And we're supposed to just take your word on that?" Troy asked.

"You just wanna see me naked, you fucking perv!" Michael answered.

"Watch your fucking mouth!" Troy said warningly.

"Kiss my ass, shitface!"

"Enough! We need to find a solution together and insulting each other gets us nowhere," I said.

"You can check me, but not with him in the room," Michael said to me.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him," Troy replied.

"Please, only for a minute. I'll be careful, I promise," I said to him.

"Cody, you're fucking killing me!"

"Please?" I said and looked at him puppy-dog-eyed.

"One minute!" he answered sharply and stormed out.

Michael pulled down the blanket and the sleeping bag and was about to unbutton his pants, but I stopped him.

"Wait. You don't have to get naked. A bite would bleed, wouldn't it? So I'll just check for blood stains on your clothes. But please don't tell Troy, ok?" I said and Michael nodded, so I looked him over. "Turn on your side please." I said and he did, but I couldn't see any blood stains. "Ok, thank you… Troy!"

He covered himself up and Troy came back in, with his shotgun raised and ready to fire.

"Was he bitten?!" he asked.

"No, he wasn't," I answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Troy."

"Mikey, what's happening?" Dylan asked, so Michael signaled him to uncover his ears and he did.

"Everything is fine DJ," Michael said.

"Oh? That's good," Dylan replied.

I gave both of them a bottle of water and then handed Michael two Tylenols, which he immediately swallowed. Next I offered them a couple of oranges.

"You can have mine Mikey," Dylan said.

"No, you need to eat too. Let's share them, ok?" Michael answered.

"Can I peel them for you?"

"Sure."

Dylan smiled and went to work.

"Have you two been alone the whole time since the world ended?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," Dylan mumbled.

"Don't tell them anything DJ," Michael said.

"Ok Mikey."

"You know, you can stay with us if you want. We'll take good care of you," I said.

"We can take care of ourselves," Michael answered. "And stay where with you? In case you haven't figured it out yet we found this house first, so it's ours and you're not welcome here."

"Why not? There's enough room for all of us."

"We're not sleeping under the same roof as this creeper."

"Fuck you, you little shit!" Troy said.

"Drop dead!" Michael replied.

"No, come on, you just got off on the wrong foot. I assure you, Troy is the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, he's just very protective of me, that's all," I said.

"I don't care, you can't stay here and that's final."

Suddenly Lucky climbed out of his bed and meowed at us. Dylan's eyes widened and he looked at him totally awestruck.

"Mikey! They have a kitten! They have to stay with us forever!" he said.

"But we're better off without them DJ," Michael replied.

"They have a kitten Mikey! Please please please!"

"Fine," Michael sighed.

I picked up Lucky and put him down on the bed in front of Dylan.

"His name is Lucky. You can pet him if you want," I said.

"Hello, I'm Dylan, that's Mikey."

The kitten seemed to like him, because after sniffing him he climbed on his leg and then made himself comfortable on his lap. When Dylan carefully petted him his eyes widened again.

"He has the softest fur Mikey. Touch him," he said, amazed, and his brother did. "Isn't he the most beautiful kitten you have ever seen in your whole life?"

"Yes, he's pretty cool," Michael answered.

"He likes to get his stomach scratched," I said.

"Oh?" Dylan replied and then tried it. Lucky turned on his back and purred happily, which made Dylan smile.

Michael took an orange and started to peel it, but then he suddenly looked around and noticed the lube on the nightstand.

"Are there more of you?" he asked, frowning.

"No, it's just us," I answered.

"Then what is that for?" he said and pointed at the lube.

"Well, we were kind of in the middle of… some grown-up time when I heard you two talking."

"Wait, are you his prisoner or something? Is he forcing you to do stuff with him?" he asked, alarmed.

"Oh my God, no, of course not, we're a couple and we love each other very much."

He giggled.

"Seriously? You two are butt pirates?"

"Whaaat? Really?" Dylan asked wide-eyed.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered.

"Wow, that's so cool. Can I drive your ship sometimes? Please please please," Dylan said.

"I'm afraid we don't have a ship."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because butt pirate is just a funny way of saying that we're gay."

"What does gay mean Mikey?"

"It means that they like to kiss boys instead of girls," Michael answered.

"So you're gay too?" Dylan asked.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you kiss me all of the time."

"You're my brother, so that doesn't count."

"Am I gay?"

"I don't know, it's too early to tell."

"I really hope I will be."

"Why?"

"Because I wanna be a pirate too."

Michael sighed and Troy laughed.

"I guess that one backfired, huh little brat?" Troy said.

"Go eat a bag of nails, Captain Pervert!" Michael replied.

"Fuck you!"

"Troy, can you please stop this already?" I said.

"Hey, it's not my fault. This little punk needs to be taught some fucking respect," Troy answered.

"When I'm back on my feet I'll teach you how to get your balls kicked in, turdbrain!" Michael said defiantly, like he was getting a kick out of pushing Troy's buttons.

"I'm gonna fucking lose it!" Troy said angrily.

"Quickly, come with me," I said to Troy, then I took his hand and dragged him outside.

"What is…"Before he could finish his question I pulled his head down a little and then kissed him passionately. When we parted I stroked his chest and smiled at him.

"What was that for?" he asked, surprised.

"I wanted to put things into perspective for you. So next time he riles you up just think of what we have and remember that nothing else really matters, ok?"

"Yeah. Alright. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I said. I gave him another kiss and then we went back to our room.

Dylan was so mesmerized by Lucky that he didn't even look up when we came in and was smiling from ear to ear.

"Can he stay with us tonight? Please please please," he said.

"I don't see why not. He seems to like you," I answered and his smile turned even brighter.

"What was your name again?" Michael asked.

"Cody. And his name is…"

"Thanks Cody."

"It's our pleasure… Right Troy?"

"Yeah," Troy answered.

"Ok, I guess we'll let you get some rest now. Feel better and have a good night you two," I said.

"Good night," Michael replied and Dylan waved without taking his eyes off Lucky.

We went to the RV and after I had used the bathroom I climbed into bed. Troy joined me about five minutes later.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I think we should be in the middle of making love right now."

"I know, but aren't you excited at all?"

"About what?"

"The boys."

"Why would I be excited about them?"

"I thought you always wanted to have children."

"But they're not our kids and they don't wanna be."

"They just don't trust us yet, but they'll come around and then we'll be like a real family."

"I don't see Michael and me getting along any time soon."

"One of you just has to be the bigger man and I'm really hoping it will be you."

"Yeah, but he's so fucking disrespectful."

"So are you in a way, if you think about it."

"I guess… You wanna hear something totally fucked up? But you have to swear to me that you won't freak out, alright?"

"Sure, I swear."

"Whenever he insults me my first impulse is to take off my belt and then beat him till he's bloody. Every single time."

"Oh my God, that's really horrible Troy," I said, slightly shocked.

"I know. I was punished like that countless times when I was young and it always made me wish I was dead, so it's the last thing I would ever do to another human being, let alone a child. But that's where my mind goes, cause it's what I was taught growing up."

"I'm so sorry Troy," I said sadly. "I'll try to be more understanding from now on, ok?"

"Alright, thanks, and I'll try harder to keep my anger under control."

I lifted my head and gave him a tender kiss on the mouth.

"Hey, do you want to fool around a little?" I asked and stroked his chest.

"I'm pretty exhausted actually. All the tension really took its toll on me."

"You could just relax and let me do all the work."

"No, I wouldn't feel right about that."

"Oh I'd make you feel right about it, trust me."

"Come on, not tonight, please?"

"Wow, you're begging me not to pleasure you. That's a new low."

"I'm sorry Cody."

"I'm just kidding," I said, giggling.

"Why are you in such a good mood?"

"How can I not be? Things just keep getting better and better. Don't you think so?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm just tired, you know?"

"Ok, let's go to sleep then. Good night," I said and gave Troy another loving kiss.

"Good night."

I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.