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Our relationship, or whatever it was, had taken a toll on how I felt being around him. But that was soon put to rest, once I felt his lips on mine again, and for a moment, all was right in the world, as it should've been from the beginning.

Only problem was, Sam wasn't enough.

The days were passing too slowly, and I was growing more and more impatient with the current status of not only Sam's and I's situation, but Theo's and I's too.

Moving in with him, temporarily, changed things.

He wasn't one to miss opportunities - I would often saunter into the room in just a towel after a shower, and his glance would linger, but he wouldn't do a thing about it.

I would suggest a movie, to which he'd agree, but then he'd always move back to the couch after I'd fall asleep. It was as if we were turning into Dove and Sam, and my fantasy with him was transforming into my biggest fear.

Why wasn't he touching me?

Was he not as sexually attracted to me anymore?