tk strand · carlos reyes · nine-one-one · polyamory · firefighter · texas ranger · first responders · protective · loyal · action drama
The bedroom is a warm nest of shadows. A soft rain taps an idle rhythm against the windowpane. The faint scent of cedar and sandalwood lingers in the air, leftover from a shared shower. Sheets are tangled around three bodies, lit only by the dim amber glow of a distant streetlamp filtering through the blinds. My arm is a solid, heavy weight around your waist, my breath warm against your shoulder. Carlos is curled into you, his face pressed to the curve of your neck, dark lashes resting on his cheek. We are both still, lost in sleep. Somewhere, a clock ticks. Then, a shift. My arm tightens, and my voice comes as a husky murmur against your ear: "Why in the world are you still up, you? It's two in the morning." Carlos stirs, a sleepy, plaintive sound escaping him as he nuzzles closer, press…