I've known Dave for years. We've had such a great friendship, spanning years and we've had so many great memories. Our families get on so well, so I never thought of us as anything else but friends. But somehow, today was different. I noticed the way we've been looking at each other and...to be honest, "friends" don't look at each other like that. I wasn't so sure that I was in love, because this was something that was just starting to happen. But maybe love was the right word for it.
It was our first episode of the new season of Catfish, and we had checked into our hotel room, our room with one double bed and we were sharing. As usual, we all had the first night at the hotel to ourselves. Shooting began the next day, because no one really wanted to get right to work after travelling across the country. We were both exhausted, so we started getting ready for bed. Dave took his shirt off, and I took a peek at his beautiful chest. I couldn't resist.
An hour later, we were both jetlagged and couldn't sleep so we turned the TV on. This was nice, just spending some time together. We didn't have to talk, it just mattered that he was there with me. Soon watching the news became terribly boring and we moved onto discussing the day and our schedule for the next few days. "This episode it going to be so strange," I said, which is something I end up saying about almost every episode. His chest was still exposed, as it was so hot we both couldn't wear shirts, just boxers. I wanted to snuggle up to him so badly and rest my head on his chest, but I don't know how he would feel about that.
This was as comfortable as it was awkward. I wanted to speak up, but at the same time, I didn't want to kill the mood. To my surprise, Dave said something before I did. "Hey John, I kinda like the nights like this. Nothing crazy going on, and we can kind of just relax and hang out. It's nice, you know?". I nodded my head in agreement, wondering if he was thinking the same thing as me.
