[ He's not sure what freaks him out the most; the fact that this just happened, or the fact that because it did he knows he might be liable to run the fuck off. He doesn't want to run off, he missed him, he wants to kiss him and to do things he shouldn't even be thinking about. He can feel it bristling under his skin, something that might make him flip and use it as an excuse. But he can't let it, he can't be that guy.
So he's honest. He tries that. Does his best, at least. ]
I'm petrified. [ Of all of this, of wanting him, and maybe even more than that? Of admitting it. ]
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So he's honest. He tries that. Does his best, at least. ]
I'm petrified. [ Of all of this, of wanting him, and maybe even more than that? Of admitting it. ]