Romeo under my window

"STOP!!!"

I yell at myself this time. It has been three hours after my last making-out session with Felix and Art, and my mind is yet struggling with the memory of their touch. It is excruciating, to find a balance between this new thrill and everything happening around me. They have been around me, as usual, but not really close. 

"Maintaining real, physical distance is helpful for us too," Art yells behind me. 

"Not that we have to force ourselves to do it," Felix says. 

We are walking down the shortcut to home. It was my idea. I needed some air, and walking always helped me unwind. They threw a tantrum obviously, about my safety and how we should spend time doing something more interesting. "Like continuing what we were doing back there," Felix had stated reluctantly. I dismissed it.