I sat there across the room from who must be sleeping beauty. The problem? We're both guys. so how can i explain this feeling? I want him. I need him. I love him. And i couldnt tell him. I didnt deserve him. He is perfect, I am nothing.
I sighed running my hand through my red hair, wishing i had the confidence to tell him how i felt. I settled for being the friend he could rely on.
So i sat there, looking at what a tangled mess his golden hair became when he slept. Wishing i could look into his perfect blue eyes with my own dark brown.
Trying to swallow the lust in my stomach, I crawled into my bed beside him, Instantly regretting it when he wrapped his arms around my waiste, Pressing our bodies together, Not knowing if i could stop myself from doing anything.
That is when i realised that his chest was, as my own, Bare.I mentally slapped myself for getting into this position, A sleeping hot blonde wrapped around me, A strain in my shorts and a lust that drove me would he think if he knew what i was thinking?Rational thought lost, I wrapped my arms around his sleeping form protectively, Planting kisses all over his chest. I that my name that just escaped his lips?