I want him to react. To do something other than just lay their. Barley making a sound. Barely moving of his own freewill. The only time he reacts is when I give him release. His back arches and he might gasp or let a small moan escape. Those small movements and sounds usually send me over the edge. Delving into his warmth. And we lay their. Catching the breath that was lost. He gets up to leave after a while. Same as always. This time however, I grab his arm. I ask him to stay. He looks at me with dead, expressionless eyes. He sits back down, as far away from me as the bed will allow. I don’t allow it. I pull him to my chest, he does not resist. I hold him, capture his warmth. But I can’t capture his heart.