Page 85 of Be My Compass

We did more than kiss.

He said he would.

Kastle warned me.

But I didn’t expect it to be so good.

Because we’re best friends. He’s seen me with gunk in my eye early in the morning when birds weren’t up yet. He’s unclogged my toilet. Once. When my parents were out of town and there was no plumber who’d answer my call during a holiday.

He came right over with a plunger. A super suction one.

He did what he had to.

And then he teased me.

And I punched him.

And we laughed.

That’s who we are.

I didn’t think there was room in our world for more.

For quiet invasions.

For skilled tongues.

For gasps.

And moans.

And pleasure.

There was a part of me that feared our chemistry would fizzle out.

That the attraction wouldn’t be right.

That we wouldn’t be able to go there.

Physically.

It’s a different story emotionally, of course. I’ve undressed my mind and my thoughts for Kastle over and over. He gives me one look and the masks come off. And then I’m naked for him. And then he’s touching me in the places no one else can see.

My feelings are always bare to him. Always.

Unless he creeps close to that giant wardrobe where I store my love for him.

He’s not allowed in there.

Or at least, he wasn’t.

But now he’s managed to peek inside.

Today, when I spread my thighs and groaned for him, I opened the door to that place. He reached out and he spread the clothes wide. He thrust his fingers into it and gently fluttered over everything I owned.

I let him into that secret place and he saw a glimpse of what I’d been hiding away.

Will it change us now?

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