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“I don’t know,” he whispers.

“Will you stay?” I ask, and he licks his lips, his eyes dragging down my body. I flex slightly, letting the ridges and planes of me become more defined for a moment, loving the heated look he gives me in that moment.

“I shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” I ask. “What’s so scary about me?”

It’s silent a moment and then he softly says, “Everything.”

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Everything.

I try not to let that word get the better of me and yet here I am, ruminating over it. Simon’s eyes are closed, his breaths moving in and out at an even rhythm while that word repeats over and over again in my head.

Everything.

Why am I scary to him? What’s he so afraid of? Is it because I’m not sure I’m totally gay? Fuck, I don’t know what I am, but I do know I need more time to figure it out. All I know is that somehow Simon has bewitched me.

Everything about him calls to me on some kind of primal level. He appeared in my life and turned it inside out.

And fuck, I’m so happy he stayed here with me, that he hasn’t tried to sneak out. He chose to sleep next to me, so I could wake and find himright here.

My finger traces a line across his back and down to his ass. Will he want to mess around again when he wakes? Will he let me split him wide open or will he expect me to be the one to take it up the ass?

Oh shit.

The thought of his cock pressing into me makes me nervous, my cock shrinking between my legs. But then again, when I’m with him, kissing him, sensing his unabashed need, he makes me feel so much that maybe I would let him.

Maybe I’d let him enter me slowly. Carefully.

I scoot closer, my finger dragging up his back and swirling around his shoulder blade. Each time, as my finger travels back down to his ass, it gets closer and closer to his crack.

Part of me wants to explore his body, the hidden parts of him. But what I want to explore even deeper are the hidden parts of his mind. What’s going on in that head of his? What’s he hiding?

I don’t know. I don’t know what this infatuation means.

“Hmm,” Simon hums, his ass arching out toward me. That delicious, plump ass.

I let out a huff of breath as the small whimpering noises he’s making settle right in my groin. My cock is half-hard, my balls full, and yet I can’t bring myself to wake him. I don’t know what I’d do if I did.

I don’t know what I want.

I remove my hand and roll off the bed, walking quietly to the bathroom. I leave the light off and splash my face with cool water. It’s still dark out so I can’t see my reflection that well in the mirror, but I do know that if I could see it, my cheeks would be flushed and my eyes would look a little wild.

He’s driven me crazy. Out of my mind.

I move back into my bedroom and pick up my phone. Turning it on, I see a message from my mom.

I haven’t talked to her in a while and probably should give her a call before she comes to visit spontaneously. As much as I love my mom, I don’t want her to embarrass me.

Oh god, I think as I look at Simon still asleep in my bed. What if she shows up one day and Simon’s here? What a way to come out to a parent.

Is that what I’d be doing? Coming out? I don’t fucking know.

Jesus, I need to think. This whole thing has become kind of a whirlwind, and I need a minute to get my head on straight.

Simon’s eyelids flutter open, and I watch as he comes to, his vision clearing and the realization of where he is settling in him.

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