it was dark. i was happy with my night and how things had turned out. i kept pretending to scratch my leg just so i could brush my hand past yours hoping you would get a hold of it. my light was turned out, i could hear snoring and it was just him and i awake. i couldn't see anything but i could see the outline of you sit up and turn to me, then all of a sudden i felt your lips on mine. we kissed and kissed, i couldn't stop smiling and i knew it was kinda ruining it, trust me i tried really hard to stop. your hands slid down to my hip, my hand slid up to your neck. our legs were intertwined. when i stated to drift to sleep i had a nightmare, and woke up to your kisses on my forehead. today i realised that you were the first guy i've shared a bed with other than my close friends. you didn't seem to want anything else other than to cuddle and have me in your arms. you didn't make me do anything i didn't want to and you didn't have any wondering hands. you didn't try to take my clothes off and i like that. i really fucking like that and i really fucking like you. i guess i keep thinking about it, talking about it and writing about it because i've never had a boy in my bed who wanted something other than me. every night for the past three or four weeks i've laid in my bed and wished for you to be there.
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