Loren Leigh

what happens after you kiss your best friend?
Do you just go back to casually fist bumping or spotting each other at the gym or whatever else?

It doesn’t feel like I’ve changed.
And it doesn’t seem like he’s changed.
But something has definitely changed between us.

A heart appears on my reply.
He didn’t heart anyone else’s comment, but he hearted mine.
And for a guy who doesn’t smile much at all, I can’t seem to stop lately.

I don’t have to turn around to know who’s behind me. I’d know his voice anywhere. I’d know it in my sleep, a thousand miles under water. I’d know it twenty years from now, even if I never saw him again after this moment.

There are moments in life when you have to stop and look around. Just take it in because you know those few minutes might be fleeting, but they’ll be the ones you remember for the rest of your fuckin’ life.

“Hey.” He winks at me and then pulls down his mask. “It’s you and me. We can do anything.”

I’ve never ached to see someone as much as I ache to see Shaw in my life.

I always want to kiss him. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, and I can’t see that ever changing.

I could tell him that I love him.
Right here and now. Mumble it around his cock. Or pull off and say it, on my knees, looking up at him.
And I would mean it. I would mean it more than I possibly know. I don’t think I understand how deeply I want him. I think I’ve only gotten a glimpse.
It’ll take years for me to really understand.
Do we have that?

I don’t know that I had fantasies growing up. I was way too confused about what I wanted and what everyone else around me was saying I should want. But I have them now.
They’re him.