There was always an extra glance or a lingering touch from him that left me feeling electric.
When you have a friend group that’s as close as ours you don’t experiment amongst each other openly. Unless you want everyone to be asking you about what you’re doing or if we’ve done this or that. Plus, it’s more fun to steal moments right?
There’s many stories I could tell about him, but we’ll just go for one of my favorites. The first night we fucked.
He was always someone I noticed at our friend’s parties. Standing off to the side, quietly getting drunk and passing around the occasional blunt. However, if you got the right couple of people around him he would finally open up. He was 6’4″, atleast, as he stood a few inches above those around him. He had a brilliant smile and a sincere laugh that was as golden as his hair. He worked in manual labor jobs and you could tell that he had a good body underneath his usual Carhartt, t-shirt, and jeans. When he hugged me I always threw my arms up over his shoulders and he would lift me and squeeze. Always melted me instantly. After putting me down his hands would linger for just a moment, while we smiled at each other.