"Couldn't sleep?"
I don't really know why I'm asking when the answer is stood right in front of me. His returning smile is sad, and if I knew him better, I'd ask him what's wrong, but I'm scared that he won't want to open up to me.
I'm practically a stranger.
Besides which, I'm still unsure of those boundaries. If this is just s*x, the last thing we should be doing is talking about our feelings. He's already told me so much, and I get the impression he's shared more with me than I should ever expect, especially after a few nights. I don't want to push it, force it.
I don't want to ask him any more questions, so I let him pull me closer. I'm trapped between him and the railings, but I don't want to run. Then again, I've never been one to run away from a challenge.
He begins to open the
