The clouds hadn’t reached the outskirts of Downtown Houston just yet, so it was still relatively calm where you lived. I was happy to see you waiting for me on the front porch when I pulled up to your house, and the smile that formed on your face as I got out of my car made mine grow wider. The hug you gave me was just as strong as the one you gave me only a few mornings back.
Your home was just as quiet as the first time I was there. Our conversation was simple as we made our way through the living room, down the hall and to your room. You had asked me about the show I was going to afterwards; what kind of bands they were, what genres they played—it was the Average Guys With Exceptional Hair Tour. I told your a little about it, and was at first shocked that you had never heard of any of the bands playing, but had to remember that you weren’t really into that genre of music. The small talk was nice, but the show wasn’t at all on my mind at that moment… and I know it wasn’t really on his either.
Far from it, actually.
Even when we walked in and you shut the door behind us, you never let go of my hand. You guided me over and sat down on your couch’s arm, the small talk coming to a stop when I put my arms around your neck and you wrapped yours around my waist and pulled me closer to you. Our lips met once again, and with every second that passed, your kiss became more affectionate. It made me giggle when you said you never kissed lips as thick as mine and honestly didn’t know how to, so I taught you, and was glad you caught on fast. After a moment, you pulled back from me, then looked into my eyes, and planted a kiss in the very center of my upper chest. Butterflies filled my stomach, and with every kiss you placed on my chest and neck, I became more disarmed… you were too good at this.
It wasn’t long before our hands began to roam, my hands feeling along your shoulders, cradling your face and soaring through your hair. I felt your hands carefully traveling wherever they could on my body, but I became so engulfed in the feeling of your kisses, that I hadn’t realized that my belt had been unbuckled. Talented indeed! It had became clear that we were bound for a repeat of last time, except with less haste and no interruptions, and badly as I wanted it to happen again, there was one thing that had been bothering me more than anything.
I felt I had to tell you the truth.