Both Grey and I know we are not straight. We partied all day and night long and had fun with random cute guys at the club. We made out and even f****d guys and then came back home, both of us drunk as f**k. It's my birthday and I have to go look for a little tomorrow and God knows how long will that take. I love this man, but if I tell him, he will bolt to his house next door and then not see my face until we are on our deathbed. He loves me too but he won't just admit it even to himself, let alone me. I like him. I love him. I find him hot. I know he does too because of the way he looks at me after he is a couple of shots down and loses some of his inhibitions. He is in his boxers sleeping on my bed, beside me, on his stomach and I just want to pull his boxers down, spank him and then f**
