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May. 3rd, 2016 08:37 pmHe's still trying to figure out how he feels.
Mostly, he's been thinking about Poison, about how it felt to be with him like he was with him the other night. About how he feels about that. Not just the sex, which was awesome, but the intimacy of it, lying next to him, sleeping with his arms wrapped around him. What he can't stand is the thought that, maybe, that was the only time he gets to do that. That, now, he has to go back to being Poison's friend, even though he knows what it's like.
He's not sure that he can stand that.
He's been hanging out all day, half dressed, working on his portfolio. Every so often, his phone buzzes and he texts back. That's been his day.
Mostly, he's been trying not to think.
Mostly, he's been thinking about Poison, about how it felt to be with him like he was with him the other night. About how he feels about that. Not just the sex, which was awesome, but the intimacy of it, lying next to him, sleeping with his arms wrapped around him. What he can't stand is the thought that, maybe, that was the only time he gets to do that. That, now, he has to go back to being Poison's friend, even though he knows what it's like.
He's not sure that he can stand that.
He's been hanging out all day, half dressed, working on his portfolio. Every so often, his phone buzzes and he texts back. That's been his day.
Mostly, he's been trying not to think.
