I Love Corey chapter 5

We took another shower as it had been hot and humid this evening and Corey didn't seem to want to do anything except wash. I knew he was worrying about the money for the operation and I had tried to tell him on the way home it wasn't a problem. I'd told him I could easily pay for it. That didn't seem to cheer him up. I had been thrilled at Dr. Logan's diagnosis and was puzzled why he wasn't.
We slipped into bed and Corey just lay on his side of it. I decided to press the issue and asked him why he didn't think I should pay. He finally said it wasn't right that I should spend all that money on him and he had nothing to give to me. He told me it made him feel like a prostitute. After thinking a little I started in.
"Corey, the correct term is gigolo and you are not a gigolo. If you were you would be asking for money and I haven't heard that. Women may be prostitutes and men gigolos. The terms are used when one engages is sex for money. Secondly, you have already given me that which I want from you. It is friendship and love. That is priceless. There is no way one can put a monetary value on it. Again you never asked me for anything, you just gave. I remember you telling me how happy you were that day in the locker room. There was no mention of money, just trying to make someone happy. Lastly, to me it isn't much money. I have some and it would be like you buying lunch for someone. If you liked them you wouldn't think a thing of it. Through some events I had no control over I wound up with some money. I told you I had plenty to pay for the operation and I meant it. It won't short me in any way or cause me to go without anything."
I continued. "I tried to explain about love. Do you remember what I said?" He nodded. "It's not only doing what they want, it's wanting the best for them. You want to help them in any way you can. Their welfare and happiness become more important to you then what you think your own is. Now understand, this must be shared by both. If not, one party can take an unfair advantage of the other. If it is shared by both, it brings out the best in both. It also makes both of them very happy. That day in the locker room I told you I loved you. In point of fact, that wasn't true. I was infatuated with you. Since then I have come to love you. When I'm around you I find myself happy for no apparent reason. Actually, it is because you are there. If you could spend some money on me to help me with something, even if it took all your money would you?"
"Oh yes."
"In this case, it won't take much of my money and will make me happy because I will be helping you. Do you think you understand that?"
He thought about it for a little while. "Yes. I think I understand. Thank you." He paused for a little while. "I love you too."
I reached out and pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms around him. He laid his head on my chest.
"Go to sleep, it's late and you need your rest."
I am having this really great dream. In it the most wonderful young man is making love to me. He has vivid blue eyes. As he kisses me and rubs me I seem to be lost in happiness. It is sooooooo good. I wish it would never end. As he continues I can feel my body respond and my heart starts to pound. I am so afraid. I fear the dream will end before he is done. That makes me sad. Alas, I feel myself waking up-----

To be continued