Chapter 8

My bedroom door opens and a naked Ben walks inside, completely unannounced. Silver-blue-white moonlight decorates his bare body, enhancing his pumped muscles. I sit up in bed and stare at his steel-plated chest with tight abs and hard nipples. My view travels down to the triangular patch of freshly man-scaped hair above his large and deflated tube. Studying the hairless sack sparks a cadence of vibrations through my body that I find enlightening. His thick thighs gleam in the bands of shimmering moonlight, as well as his biceps and chiseled face.

“Sebastian, can we talk?”

Apprehension finds me at first, but I loosen up because Ben is my best friend, my roommate, my indisputable crush, and can tell me anything. “Of course we can talk.”

He moves up to my bed and sits on a corner. A brief sigh escapes his iridescent lips, and he says, “I’m sorry about what just happened.”

“It’s alright. I don’t understand it all, but maybe someday I will.”