Doug sat in the half light of the spring evening which cascaded through the windows of the flat. Hugging himself he thought about what had just happened. One moment he was fixing the electricity and next he was experiencing his own….He could still feel the warmth of the other body, so close to his own, the intoxicating smell of the cloth he rested his head against.

He shook himself; this was crazy; he was out of his mind, reading too deeply in to anything and everything, but then he had always exaggerated things, not that he'd ever admit it out loud. He smirked to himself at his own foolishness; no way was he experiencing anything along the lines of what he had just masqueraded. The quiet in the flat was ringing in his ears, whispers through the air that he couldn't make out. It was making him dizzy just hearing the silence become so loud. One voice was just about recognisable Ste…

With a shout Doug stood up casting his slightly shaky hands over his face in frustration. What was happening to him? He felt like he had run miles and miles and had forgotten to breathe the whole time. That could have been to do with the fact that he had run from the shop back home or it could have been because –

No!

Quickly he forced as many memories he could to flash before his eyes – memories of Bex mainly….wearing very little. He smiled at the images he saw enjoying himself, this is what he knew and loved, this is what he wanted, all he had ever wanted and it wouldn't change…Would it? Suddenly it was all too much; he escaped the whispers of the lounge to the bathroom, switching on the light as he entered, to fully illuminate the mirror that covered one of the walls.

No change, he was the same old Doug he had always been, he was imagining things, the darkness was poisoning his perception making him falter – he sighed in relief. It was the exhaustion of the week catching up with him, all the tension over whether they would get the propriety or not was finally dispelling. He also concluded that he had probably been spending too much time with his business partner and the fact that he hadn't been on hugging terms with anyone for a long while countered in to it heavily.

All at once a twist in his stomach had him thinking about that moment again and a sick feeling emerged and burned through his very person. His breathing hitched as glimpses of unwanted feelings and thoughts swamped his mind and body. Running the tap he covered his face in water, attempting to wash away the memory along with the liquid now disappearing down the sink.

He looked in to the mirror again and after another inspection, he had to laugh, this couldn't really be happening, to someone like himself, could it? It had been so simple yesterday and the day before that and the day before. Everything had changed in that moment, with that touch.

"Oh god," He told his reflection

Just one touch.