Pete
What do you do when you find the body of a guy that you like so much pressed against yours, holding on to you for dear life, from what you think is gratitude? What do you do when every part of you screams to kiss him and squeeze and cuddle him and protect him from the world? What do you do when you know you can’t do that? And what do these desires say about me?
He smells nice, clean—like sugar and strawberries—and I’m so overwhelmed by my feelings that I’m dumbfounded for a few moments. Luckily I manage to lift my arms and return the hug. With my lips close to his ear, I murmur, “It will be okay.”
What am I supposed to say? I like you and want to kiss you? You smell so good that you’re making me lose my f*****g mind? It would be cowardly. I would do it just because I know he can’t
