Francis and Jonny lay just inches apart now. Francis chanced a look toward Jonny and for a second their eyes locked. Francis cursed his own trepidation too afraid to confront the feelings he had been harbouring for so long. It was Jonny who spoke first "if you're too cold you could share my duvet". Francis inched closer until their bodies were almost touching. Trembling Jonny laid his hands on Francis. He hesitated afraid they might wake someone but before he could pull away Jonny reached forward and stole the first kiss.

Francis began to breathe more heavily now as adrenaline surged through his body. He could feel his skin prickle with excitement, he could hear his own blood rushing through his veins. They pressed closer together entangled and lost in in each other. Francis could feel Jonny's weigh on top of him now pressing down. Francis let out a sigh, a whimper unable to control himself any longer. He ran his fingers through Jonny's receding hair and pulled him in for another kiss.