my chest.

Mitch looked delighted with himself, and he certainly deserved to be, but he also seemed happy that he decided to trust me and reveal how attracted he was to me. Though it was nowhere near nighttime, we feel asleep in each other’s arms.

We woke a few hours later, and he told me all about the times he had almost approached me about his feelings, but was always afraid of ruining our friendship, or of being rejected. He assured me, though, that he wasn’t expecting anything, other than a night in my arms. I gave him that, gently caressing his muscular body, or just holding him close, while he talked for hours and hours.

We finally got up, in the middle of the night, and wandered into the kitchen. I made us sandwiches, which we ate while playing the radio down low. He ate in tiny bites, and I loved watching his lips, thinking about how those lips felt. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just never realized how much I liked to see you…or how much I liked just being around you.”

“Don’t make me blush.”

“After what happened in the backyard, I’d like to see you blush.”

He took the last bite of his sandwich and winked at me. After swallowing, he said, “You know I’m not usually that forward. It was just building up for a long time.”

“I think we should keep it going,” I told him, before we went back to bed together.