“It’s getting late.” “I know, fuck. Can I come to your room later?” he asks with a hint of desperation in his voice. “I thought we said we were going to be careful.” “We are. I’ll be quiet. We don’t have to do anything, I just…like being near you, and I spend so much time away from you. And what’s worse is I spend more time around you but not being able to touch you like I want to.” He drops his forehead to my shoulder and lets out a breath.
