Its a weird feeling, laying here next to him, both of us just staring at the TV in front of us, I looked in its direction but I didn’t even knew what kind of movie we were watching.
His presence next to me was where all my attention went.
His body up to the waist below the blanket, arms crossed on his chest.
He was almost completely still besides the movement of his slow breathing and very slight movements of his head that probably wouldn’t be noticeable if it wasn’t for me being so focused on him.
Its the second time we’re seeing each other, but the first time that were alone, my body is strangely aware of this seemingly innocent fact.
I shake my head and try to focus on the TV where the main protagonist just started to engage into some heavy kissing without even able to stop myself i imagine myself kissing him like that, how it would feel, how he would taste.
I turned to him and realized that he was looking at me, his eyes meet mine.
Had he been thinking the same as me?
I took a deep breathe and got up