Most mornings with Tyler start the same, him hard, pressed up behind me like he’s trying to finish a dream he didn’t ask to wake up from. Man sleeps like a soldier, wakes up like a storm. Fingers already sliding down my stomach like I’m the day’s first order of business. And I don’t fight it. Who would?

But sometimes, just sometimes it flips. He’ll roll toward me slow, no bark, no bite, just that quiet shift. Eyes heavy, jaw loose, hand reaching for mine like, “You already know.” And I do.

There’s a softness in him most don’t get to see. Actually , most wouldn’t believe it. A roughneck city boy with shoulders like cinder blocks, letting himself lean in, letting me hold it down for once. That isn’t weakness. It is strength that is sure of itself.

We are two men who don’t check the world’s boxes so why start now? We answer each other. That’s it. Whatever the moment calls for, we give it. No shame in bending when it’s for the one person who knows how to hold you up.

Some mornings, I take the lead. Other days, he backs up into me like he’s got something to prove. It’s about trust, not ego. We move like that. Fluid. Free. Flirty. Full of a kind of love that doesn’t need permission to switch gears.

‘Cause when there’s no script, no labels, just that body heat and truth between us, the day always starts exactly how it’s supposed to.