I just wanted to note for all of you youngins out there that I am not purposely trying to make two underaged characters engage in sexual activity, but I'm also not going to shy away from it either because it's literally in the book and hinted at in the movie. So I'm merely basing my writing off of their relationship in parts of the book and the whole movie, while developing it myself. Not all of the chapters will be this risqué; some will be innocent, humorous, emotional, or even all three, but some might be a little naughtier than others. Anyway, just beware of that, especially if you are one of my younger readers. I'm not planning for it to get too graphic or smutty or anything. I will say that the sex is definitely more direct than my recent Jopper chapters have been with it, but I'll try and handle it tastefully and stay true to the characters. And also, please keep in mind that I've never written about gay sex before, so I tried my best. I hope I didn't miss the mark here for any of you. It's just that you guys are really important to me and I'd love to hear any feedback you may have. (P.S. For Boris' accent, I will probably put some nonsense words in there every once in a while to spell out phonetically how it would actually sound coming from him.)

When I was 13 years old, I met Boris Pavlikovsky. It was an unlikely friendship that I certainly didn't foresee. In fact, I wasn't expecting to make any friends at all. I wasn't antisocial, but I wasn't outgoing either. Instead, I was stuck being the new kid that everybody felt sorry for once they heard why I ended up in Las Vegas, but Boris was already an outcast- the foreign kid. He had moved around even more than me, so he had been through it all more than once and knew exactly what it felt like to be in my shoes. My dad and Xandra could sense that we were getting closer and were always asking me about what we had in common and what we did together. I never had a good answer, for obvious reasons. Half of the stuff we did together was purely illegal- drugs, stealing, etc.

And often, when my dad and Xandra decided to spend the weekend away together and Boris' dad was tied up at work once again, we would hang out. I don't know what it was about this particular day, but for whatever reason, we were bored out of our MINDS! We tried everything to keep ourselves occupied- we played cards, listened to music, hell, we even counted the ceiling tiles! At first, we were trying to branch out a bit and not just go straight for the drugs, but alas, we couldn't resist the urge and resorted back to our old routine. We hit every drug you could think of, all of the hard stuff, including Vicodin, our drug of choice.

"Do you feel anything?" I asked.

"A littull. You?" he replied softly.

"Nope, nothing. I can't even feel my arms. They feel numb."

"*laughs knowingly* I think eesworking, Potter."

"Oh...Huhahah," I giggled.

"So...Wot now?" asked Boris.

I shrugged. Sure, we got high, but that still wasn't enough. So I started to rummage through Boris' nearly empty fridge, fixing us some snacks and improvising as I went. To be quite honest, I didn't know what a lot of it was, as most of it was in Russian. And then it occurred to me- maybe he could teach me some of the language.

"Boris, I got it!"

"Got wot?"

"Teach me some Russian, that'll give us something to do."

"You wunt to learn Russian?"

"Yeah, why not! It'd be cool to talk to each other during school and have only us understand it."

"You know, thayse not bayd idea, Potter, but lez go to my room...I kind ove wunt to lie down."

"Agreed," I said.

*walks over, opens door, plops on bed*

"So! Wot do you wunt to learn first?" he asked.

"Not sure. Surprise me!" I said.

"Your weesh is my command, Potter."

*ponders*

Then with a devilish look, one that I knew all too well, his face lit up and it came to him- my first Russian phrase.

"Oleright, Potter. Repeat after me: Shluka-"

"Shluka..."

"Nuh Voke-"

"Nuh Voke..."

"Zahlya."

"Zahlya."

"Good. Now ole together."

"Shluka nuh vokezahlya…?" I said with complete hesitance.

"See, Potter, you're a natural!"

"*chuckles* What's it mean anyway?"

"Eh, eesnot important…"

"Oh, c'mon! You're not going to tell me what I said?!"

"Oleright fine...You said 'train station whore'."

"Pardon?"

"Train station whore, thayse wot you said."

"Boris, *chuckles* what the hell?!"

"You said to surprise you, so I surprise you!"

"I knew you were up to something. C'mon, give me something real this time!"

"Train station whores are very real, Potter..." he joked.

"Boris…" I said impatiently.

"Okay, okay. Um...Hooy morzhovy. Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Who-ee-"

"Who-ee-"

"Morris-ovia."

"Morris-ovia. Hooy morzhovy," I said confidently.

*Boris laughs*

"*lets out a chuckle* What? What's so funny?"

"Walrus dick," he said.

"That's what you made me say?! Walrus dick?"

*laughs raspily while nodding*

"I'm sorry, I coodent hailp eet!"

"*sighs* Can't you just teach me hello or something?"

"Okay, I get eet. Ees serious time. *exhales while waving hand over face* I'll teach you a cahple ove greetings and basics."

"Finally!" I said.

And he did just that. He taught me what he called the most "essential" phrases: Hello, goodbye, I'm sorry, thank you, and…

"Yeah lyooblue-tibia. And that means…?"

"No, you hayve to gayce, remember?"

"Fine, I'll guess, but you have to at least give me some sort of hint!"

Holding up his hands in a heart, I said:

"Love?"

"Close!" he said.

"Oh, um, is it 'I love you'?"

"Bingoh! Love you too, Potter," he said with a wink.

"Aww, bring it in," I said, opening my arms out to him.

From that point forward, I didn't know a lick of Russian, as I had lost it all by the following morning, except for I love you...well, that and walrus dick. Those two stuck with me for an eternity, but I still desired to take it in college when I missed him.

Normally, I found his beery breath and unique odor somewhat off-putting and quite frankly, nauseating at times, but that night, I felt no opposition towards him whatsoever. His affection towards me was so inviting, how could I say no! But it definitely helped that he was wearing cologne then...definitely!

And after that little moment of many, we both were both pretty beat, so we decided to crash. It was only a matter of time before we'd pass out from all of the drinks and drugs we had that night, so it only made sense to just go ahead and go to sleep anyway, but before we did, something unexpected happened…

"Goodnight, Potter," Boris said, kissing me on the lips.

"What the hell was that?" I said, wiping them.

"I don't know. Where I'm from, keesez aren't just romantic. They're greetings too."

"Oh, right. I forgot, sorry," I said.

"*sighs* Oh, Potter," he said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You steel hayve so much to learn…"

I smiled nervously, not knowing quite what to do next.

"When I deed that though, deed you think I woz-"

"What, coming onto me? Gay? Nah! I'm pretty sure your nauseating crush on Xandra disproved that already. I was just confused, that's all."

"I cood like boys too, you nayver know."

"Yeah, right!" I said.

"*laughs* Suit yourself..." he said, turning off the light.

The whole rest of the night, I was stuck on that kiss. He not only dismissed it as innocent nonsense, but also hinted at maybe liking boys, so I didn't quite know what to make of it. All I knew was that it felt like the start of something. It made me feel all warm inside, just like my first kiss with Pippa. Was it supposed to? I didn't know, but I would soon find out.

And because of this, I was restless. I tossed and turned constantly, so much so, that Boris even turned around and hugged his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear:

"Hold steel, Potter."

And that was that. By then, I was far gone in dreamland. The next day, however, we went through the same question of what to do, but once it got later, we decided to play a game of Truth or Dare. I found it funny how I almost always chose truth and he almost always chose dare. We were very different in that way, but it wasn't it as much that I was too chicken to do a dare, it was the fact that I was too scared to find out what he had in store for me. I didn't trust him. I don't think I ever really did until we had to work together to save the painting. I didn't trust him fully until I knew that I had to, but I still let him do his thing and followed his lead anyway.

"C'mon, Potter! You've already picked truth for last four rounds."

"So have you with dare!"

"Thayse becoz dares are acksholey fun!"

"Well, fuck you!" I said, flipping him off.

"*Boris smiles* Oleright, if you reelee wunt me to...Aysk me anything! I'm open book."

"Okay, I know you're going to make me do something absurd after this, so this isn't going to exactly match up to that, but can I ask you something serious?"

"Shore! Heet me," he said.

"Alright, um...How long has your dad been, you know, treating you...the way that he does?"

"You reelee wunt to know, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," I said.

"Well, my dade's oleways been hardass, but I deedn't oleways leeve in abusive household. My dade, he's just oleways pushed me to do my baste in school, at home...It nayver seems to end and thayse why I rebel, to take the edge off a littull becoz I gayce I nayver feel good enough and I know I'll nayver leeve ope to his standards. Plose, ees kind ove like an F U to heem."

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Boris, you are good enough."

*shrugs*

"You are! I mean it!"

"Potter, I'm piece ove traysh. I've been too coat ope in slacking off ole thees time that I don't even know who I am anymore...I'm nothing, I'm just-"

"Stop that! Stop that right now, I don't want to hear it! You are Boris Fucking Pavlikovsky! You're the most delightful, charming guy I know! You might not be set up for success or have it all figured out yet, but you're the only one I know who's truly living…"

"Thank you, Potter," he said shyly, not expecting that from me. "Reelee, that means a lot."

"Ah, it's nothing!" I said, throwing my hand down.

"But when eet cahms to heem...beating me, you hayve to remember that ees apart ove our culture and maynee for that matter! Ees just how parents discipline their keeds and take their anger out. Ees nahrmull."

"Maybe that's true, but there is a fine line between a spanking and straight-up abuse…" I said firmly.

"Yeah, well, you know, my dade wozn't oleways abusive. There were moments when we were even close, but that woz before…"

"Before what?" I asked.

"Before my mom died. That broke heem...and me for a whyull."

"You miss her, don't you?" I asked.

"I do, a lot...She made my dade haypee, reelee haypee...She oleways used to settle disputes between two ove ose. She woz reelee good cook and she woz so calm and peaceful too...I mees her hugs."

"I do too, with my mom, I mean."

"You do?"

"Yeah. She was kind of like that too and still is...in my dreams. I desperately miss her hugs."

"Yeah," he said, patting my back and cupping my shoulder. "Well, anyways, ever since then essenchullee."

"I'm sorry, Boris. You don't deserve that."

"Well, nothing either ove ose can do about et anyway, might as well just leeve with eet until I can afford to move out."

"Or…"

"Or wot? Wot other option do I hayve?"

"You could call social services, tell them everything. They'll handle it."

"And end ope in orphanage like you olemost deed? No thanks...And besides, even if I deed, they'd arrest heem and I don't wunt that...They would investigate just enough to find out ole ove the shit he's done, like when killed the man bake in New Guinea and other illegal things he's done through the company, not to mention any involvement I may hayve hayd in hailping heem cover eet ope. So you see, Potter, I'm stuck here. They'd throw both ove our asses in jail..."

At first, I didn't say anything. I just mumbled 'Mm' and sat there, by his side, being there with him and for him. I thought I even saw him shed a tear or at least tear up a bit, but maybe I just imagined it...Regardless, I grabbed his hand and held it in mine, shaking it as I said, "It's going to be okay, Boris. Everything's going to be okay. And I'll try to get you out of the house as much as I can or be around when he's there at least, so he can't hurt you."

"Thank you, Potter. Thayse very sweet ove you."

"Of course! Yeah lyooblue-tibia, man."

"Yeah toejay lyooblue-tibia," he replied with a smile.

I smiled back and let go of his hand after giving it one last squeeze.

"But enough about that!" he said, throwing his hand down. "I beelieve eet is your tarne, Potter."

"Oh, brother! Here we go…" I said, awaiting whatever crazy dare he had in store for me.

"You hayve to tawk in my accent for next 4 rounds."

"Are you kidding me?! Oh my god, alright, but I'm going to butcher this royally…"

"*Boris laughs, looks down at watch* And starting...Now!" he cued.

"Oleright. Your tarne, truth," I said, imitating him.

*Boris smiles*

But then 4 rounds later, he threw me a curveball.

"Kees me," he said.

"Say what now?" I said, coming out of my fake accent.

"You heard me! Kees me, Potter."

"Uh...Wouldn't that be kind of weird? I mean, we're best friends, and also, I like girls."

"I like girls too, but I don't care if you don't. A keese is a keese, right?"

"Yeah, I guess...but-"

"Eggzackly, so wot are you so worried about? That peepull at school are going to hear about et?"

"Well, now I am! And besides, why are you so set on this dare anyway?"

"I don't know. I'm bored! I thought eet would make things interesting, something we cood look bake on and laugh about in the years to cahm. C'mon, we litorillee keesed last night! You know wot ees like now."

"I know, but I guess now it just feels more real…"

"*laughs through nose* Relax, Potter. Ees just game!"

"You're right...You're right! It's just a game."

He reached his arms out to put on my shoulders and lean in, but then paused for a moment, squeezing them and saying:

"Whoa, you're so tense...C'mere, tarne around."

"O-Okay."

And he massaged my shoulders. It was nice. He was nice...

"Now, thayse bayter, isn't et?"

"Much," I said.

"Good. Now, kees me, Potter. I can't wait ole day!"

And so I did. My thumb was against his ear, my hands resting on the side of his neck. It felt different than kissing a girl, though I had only kissed one- Pippa. It was still just as soft and inviting at first, but I was very conscious of the fact that a dude's face was the one I held between my palms. His cheekbones were so sharp, they could cut glass and his lips were almost pouty in the way that they drooped along the edges. He had some almost feminine features about him like that, but coming from him, it didn't feel that way at all. It was firm. It was almost as if we were both struggling for dominance, like we didn't know what our roles were within it or who wore the pants because we both did. I was the shyer one, no doubt, but I was also the one who initiated it, despite him being the one who encouraged it.

"See, that wozn't so bayd now, woz et?"

"No, not bad at all..."

An uncomfortable silence rose over us in that moment and we cleared our throats to fill it, awkwardly moving onto the next activity as bros do. And so began our hour-long video game binge. Boris only had a select few video games. Some were modern, popular ones, some were foreign, and some were retro, but it was fun while it lasted, until we became numb to the excitement.

"Wanna watch some tv?" I asked.

"Shore! Here's the remote. You can surf through channel."

"Alright."

And once a raunchy movie came across the screen, Boris' face lit up with lustful curiosity, but I skipped past it. However, that didn't stop him from saying:

"Wait, go bake!"

I sighed. I had no interest in watching this demeaning garbage. It had no substance! It was like it was lazily trying to be a story but you were too distracted by the caged bouncing boobs and men with washboard abs that you couldn't take it seriously. It certainly wasn't convincing at all, but on the other hand, I couldn't look away. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, it's like they were glued to the screen.

"Hey, you know wot'd be even bayter than thees?"

"No, what?"

"Porn," he said, nodding with a smile. "Wunna wotch it?"

"Eww, no!" I said.

"Why not?!"

*no answer*

"You've nayver seen et before, hayve you?"

"No…" I revealed.

"Not even to jerk off?"

"Nope, never."

"Oh, boy! Potter, you're in for treat tonight."

"I don't know...I mean, isn't it illegal?"

"Some ove et. So wot?! Thayse nayver stopped ose before!"

"No, I guess not...but still, it's something to keep in mind."

"Hey, don't knock eet till you try eet," he said with a wink.

*groans hesitantly*

"C'mon, guys do thees ole the time!" said Boris. "Ees nahrmull."

"That may be, but that doesn't make it right…I mean, a lot of those women are European trafficking victims, I hope you realize that."

"Who said we were going to wotch just women? And trust me, Potter, I've leeved in most ove those cuntarees, I know wot eet's like…"

"Yet you still watch it?"

"Yeah. I gayce the way I see et is there's no way ove knowing if they are one or aren't one. Plose, eet can make you feel satisfied when you hayve no sex hayppening in your life, like how peepull wotch violence becoz they're faysinated by et, but in nahrmull cayses, don't engage in et. Eet serves as an exhoast valve for our urges and impoleses olemost."

"Fair enough, I've just never thought about it like that before…"

"But ees okay, *shuts laptop lid* We don't hayve to wotch it."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to, just this once…" I said, opening the laptop lid much to his delight.

"*smile widens* I knew you'd cahm 'round..." he said. "*types, mouse clicks* Okay, pick your poison, or playjur rather."

"Oh, Boris, half of these are incestuous...Gross!"

"Beelieve me, Potter, noan ove these peepull are acksholey related. Ees ole just for show, but just pick something else anyway."

"Okay, um...how 'bout that one?"

"*chuckles* Good taste," he said.

It was by far the weirdest thing we had ever done together, or at least I thought, but I oddly found it, as he said, fascinating...It was just straight up fucking and maybe it was unrealistic, but little did Boris know that I had never done it myself.

*moans play in the background*

"Well?" asked Boris. "Wot do you think? Pretty hot, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Check out the tits on her!" he said pointing.

"Oh, I see them," I reassured.

Then, laughing to myself, I said:

"You're such a pig…"

"Well wot am I supposed to say? Nice lighting?"

"*laughs* I guess you've got a point there. They are kind of asking for it…"

"Eggzackly!"

*chuckles*

"So! Potter, tail me: Wot woz your first time like?"

You see, with my most male friendships, talking about sex is natural, but it's more so just lockeroom talk than it is an intimate conversation. With Boris, however, it felt more like when girls have boy-talk at a sleepover. When it came to him, there were no boundaries. There was no yellow caution tape when it came to our relationship. The way he saw it, questions like these were merely just hurdles for him to jump over. I debated about whether to lie or not but ultimately decided that it wasn't worth lying about.

"I wouldn't know...There was no first time…" I said.

"Holy shit, Potter, *closes laptop* you mean you're steel a-"

"Virgin? Yep, pretty much!"

"So you've nayver hayd sex before, not even with that girl Pippa?"

"No! What part about being a virgin do you not understand?"

"I'm-I'm just processing here...So why deedn't you? Hayve sex with her, I mean."

"I don't know. We're still pretty young. Guess it just didn't feel right to or maybe I wasn't ready. We weren't even in a relationship, we just kissed...once."

"That makes sense I gayce...You don't seem like the type to sleep around."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"You should be flattered, Potter! Ees supposed to be compliment to your character, not insult...Me, I don't reelee give a fuck, but you hayve principles. I like that."

"You do?"

"Yeah, eet's cute."

"Thanks."

"Ove course...You know, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin, Potter…"

"Well, gee, that means so much coming from you! You've slept with tons of girls!"

"Not tons, just when I cood…"

"What's your secret?" I asked.

"Secret?" he repeated, laughing. "Fuck, I don't know. Eet just happened!"

"Have you ever slept with a boy before?"

"Some," he said. "Not as maynee...Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering."

"You know, Potter, I'm haypee to be your first, for practice, if you just wunted to get eet out ove way. But eet's your cole," he said.

"Oh, I don't kn- Wait, really?" I responded.

*Boris nodded with a smile*

"You're not going to tell anybody if I say yes, are you?"

"No, I woodent do that," he said.

I thought about it long and hard, then said:

"*sighs* Okay. What the hell! Let's do it."

"Thayse the speereet, Potter!" he said. "But follow me, I hayve an idea…"

"Oh no...What kind of kinky shit are we getting? Handcuffs?"

"Whoa, slow down, virgin!" he said with a chuckle.

"No need to rub it in!"

"*wheezes* I'm sorry, I coodent resist!"

With the way things were going living in this shithole, I guess I didn't imagine I'd have sex until college really and I couldn't help wondering...Why me? I guess he got bored getting with girl after girl and that's why he chose me. I don't know, I could never figure that out. He got to be the sexy foreign kid and I was just...ordinary. I felt silly even worrying over it, but what can I say- My curiosity got the best of me. I was no stranger to Boris boasting about all of the girls he had slept with and dated every time he moved somewhere new, I just never expected to be one of them...one of his lovers, I mean, not a girl.

He led me to the kitchen, where he pulled two bottles of vodka out of the fridge and held them up, saying:

"Drink ope, bitch!"

"*laughs* Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Just trying to get you to chill out! Your first time should be fun, not worrisome."

"Oh...Thanks."

"Shore thing, Potter."

Seeing that I was guzzling half the bottle in one sip, he turned to me and said:

"*laughs* Nervous?"

"Oh yeah!" I said.

He laughed again, resting his hand on top of mine for a moment and saying 'Don't be…'

"Don't feel intimidated, Potter. I'm not going to judge you. My expectations aren't high."

"I know...but can we at least make out a bit first? Just so we can get used to each other?" I asked.

"Shore, do you wunt me to hold your hand too, Hermione?"

"Really? You've demoted me to Hermione now! Oh, that's just unfair…"

"*chuckles* I kid, I kid. C'mere, hot stuff!" he said, pulling me in for a kiss.

I had never made out with anyone before. All of this was new to me, every part of it, but it was definitely something I could get used to. At first, we just stared at each other and I slowly felt myself drowning in his deep brown, dreamy eyes. Then, he lifted me up and set me on the counter. It was a sudden grab of faces, a locking of lips, one that made the empty beer bottles clink around us.

His hands spiraled around my neck and to my cheeks, my ear smushed by his finger, which was pressing it from behind.

Alternating lips and angles, his closed around mine. And when he leaned in deeper, I pushed back, our mouths opening and tongues tangling. It was a passion that left us both trying to catch our breath. I exhaled loudly, my hands sliding into his curly, black hair, my fingers caught up in his curly spirals. It seemed like so much time had passed by already and just as I was about to let go, his long, bony arm wrapped around my back and grabbed my shoulder in a balled fist, savoring the moment. His mouth let go of mine briefly, then pounced toward my face, rocking it back with a kiss that made my head hit the cabinet. His teeth gently tugged at my bottom lip like a taffy pull. And going in for a kiss once more, I grabbed his shirt and twisted it in my hand like a fork full of pasta, our lips letting go with the faintest squeak.

"You feel warmed ope now?" he stopped to ask.

"Yeah, I think so," I said.

"Okay. *pauses* You'll probably wunna take your glasses off, Potter."

"Oh, huhuhah, right!"

"Here, allow me," he said, sliding them off the tips of my ears and setting them on the nightstand beside us. "Woodent wunt to crush your precious spectacles or anything…"

"Are things really going to get that rough?" I asked.

"Thayse ope to you…" he said.

I suddenly got a little shy. I couldn't explain why that was, but I did...even though I wanted this.

"C'mere, Potter...I don't bite, I promise!"

"Well, judging by that kiss, I beg to differ," I replied.

"You liked that, deedn't you?"

I nodded and we stumbled into the bedroom, drunk as skunks, the two of us. We pawed at each other sillily, having little to no coordination. I had never felt so self-aware before. I felt my shirt start to ride up and down, crinkling against my back before he took it off. And whenever his curious little fingers would go for my pants or even other places, I would just tense up and freak out internally. It wasn't necessarily a bad freak-out, but it was a freak-out nonetheless. It was kind of exciting. I hadn't been touched like this by really anyone, but definitely not another boy...until now.

Taking off his shirt, I scanned him from shoulders to stomach. Then we undid belts only to find that he was wearing boxers and I was wearing whitey-tighties of all things...We stopped for a moment and stared at each other lustfully. Everything was happening so fast and the whole time, half of me was wanting this, for the experience, the intimacy, to see what it was like, and to get it over with really, not to mention the small part of me that actually wanted him, but another part of me was very hesitant...and nervous. I knew so little. I was afraid I would be so bad the first time or embarrass myself somehow, but those were just first-time nerves. I didn't mind it the next few times, I didn't mind it at all…

"So...Do you have like a position in mind or how should we do this?" I asked.

"Yeah, hold on a sec," he said, picking up his laptop to find a video that would suffice.

"I woz thinking we cood do thees…*skips through video* and then that. Wot do you think?"

Instead of answering, I just kissed him and waited for him to take the lead. Then he kissed my chest and stomach, got down on his knees, and well, you can fill in the rest...Switching levels like an elevator shaft, I did to him as he had done to me. And to finish it off, we returned to the bed, where he built a fort out of sheets and thrust me underneath. Then I did the same to him once again as he murmured my name breathlessly, 'Potter...Potter...' It was terrific.

I slept in the nude. I didn't mind it actually. I somehow slept the best I had ever slept that night, well, until the rude awakening of my night terror, that is...Boris didn't know what was going on at first but then remembered how I had told him of my nightmares before and what they were like. He just held me close to his chest and shushed me sweetly until I drifted back to sleep. It amazed me how well I fit into his embrace, in fact, it was so well that I could rest my chin on his shoulder as his entire wingspan swallowed my body in a hug.

Getting ready for school the next morning, we both walked in the kitchen, tripping a lot along the way. Our balance was pretty terrible, but that only made it funnier. We were still hungover, completely...And during breakfast, we inhaled some Aspirin tablets like they were candy, splashing the water at each other that we'd use to wash it down. Sometimes, when we went back to his bedroom before leaving, we would switch clothes just for kicks, or because we were still too drunk to notice. That was when I discovered the giant purplish red hickey he had left on my neck the night before.

But then everything would get all weird...We'd stop talking for a while and not even make eye contact when we did. We didn't know what all of this meant and it wasn't something neither of us wanted to further explore in the public eye. Behind closed curtains was perfectly good enough. We just didn't question it and let it happen on no other terms but our own. We never discussed it, merely only living in the moment.

I wouldn't change my time with Boris for anything. We were two powerful forces of nature, we were fearless! We didn't take life for granted, not for one second. Instead, we lived every moment to the fullest and tried everything there was to try. It was refreshing. No wonder I had missed him so much...