As far as I was concerned, he was now mine. I was just so caught up on him that I forgot to ask. We talked about school, friends and our summer before I decided to dive into the meaty subject of relationships.. Except for this beautiful boy sat opposite me, if I could somehow get him to send me some signals. But how did he know my name? I kept replaying the touch on his shoulder in my head, remembering how the bottom of my palm rested on his collarbone for those few milliseconds in the canteen. My newly found acceptance of my sexuality started kicking in and in the seconds it took for me to reach the table I had analysed this boy like I used to analyse girls. Shifting down his body I slowly kissed his neck, and moved down to his nipples. However, nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened in the seconds that followed. How about you?”
He smiled back at me with straight, white teeth yet I was just fixated on his eyes.
