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I mean, my god. He would tear my virgin ass apart with that thing. And what was I doing imagining what it would feel like as he pushed into me?

Now we were agreeing to share the bed? What was I thinking? How was I going to keep my hands off of him? What would happen if he didn’t keep his hands off of me?

“I’ll shower first,” I said needing to get out of there.

“Okay,” he said when I was already past the door.

I had to get a grip on things. Titus wasn’t one of the guys I dated. He was someone special. There was no way I was going to ruin things with him.

Everyone thought that I dated a lot because I couldn’t find anyone good enough. It was something I even told myself. But, deep down I knew that wasn’t it.

Everyone treated me like I was fearless. The truth was that I spent every day scared shitless. I knew that if I let anyone truly get to know me, there was no way they would love me.

I mean, how could they? I was a boy who not even a mother could love. So, why would anyone else?

No, Titus was the only person I had shared my mess of a life with, and for some reason, he didn’t hate me yet. I couldn’t screw things up with him now. If I didn’t have him in my life, I wasn’t sure what I would do. I needed Titus to breathe. He couldn’t also be the guy to take my breath away.

Alone in the bathroom, I got undressed and entered the shower. Looking down, I found myself completely hard. I needed this to go away. I couldn’t encourage this. Titus was my friend. We could never be anything past that.

Collapsing onto the shower wall, I fought the ache that came from wanting us to be something more.

“No, Lou. You can’t do this. He’s your best friend,” I reminded myself. “Don’t screw this up by being you.”

It took a while but eventually, I pulled myself together. It helped to remember that nothing Titus was doing was real. He had agreed to pretend to be my fiancé and that was what he was doing. That’s all.

He didn’t even like guys. I was just his quirky, gay friend who he was doing a favor for. The man was straight. He could never love me like I would want him to. And no matter how his naked chest or hard cock made me feel, that would never change.

“That would never change,” I said aloud allowing the words to break my heart. “That will never change,” I repeated before wrapping a towel around my waist and heading to my room.

“The shower’s free,” I said not looking at him.

“And, where is it again?”

“Oh, sorry. I keep forgetting you’ve never been here before.”

“No, I can see why that happens. I clearly fit right in.”

That made me look up. When our eyes met, we both laughed.

“That’s exactly it,” I told him throwing up my hands in mock resignation.

I pointed Titus to the bathroom and then changed into underwear and a pair of shorts. I knew I should probably put on a shirt, but I saw the way Titus looked at me in the pool. He had liked the way I looked. It had felt so go that I couldn’t resist hoping for it again, even if I knew I shouldn’t want it.

I got into bed and got comfortable. The best-case scenario would be if I was asleep by the time he returned. That didn’t happen, but I pretended to be.

With my eyes closed, I followed him around the room. I knew he hadn’t taken clothes into the bathroom with him, so he had to only be wearing a towel when he entered. I also knew where he had left his travel bag. It was on the chair on the far side of the room.

When it unzipped, I knew he was facing away from me. That was when I peaked at what was going on. Staring at him in only a towel, I swallowed. But when he dropped it to put on his underwear, I immediately got hard.

How could he have an ass like that? Nothing about him made sense. My straight best friend was secretly hot. How was that fair?

Closing my eyes when his underwear was on, I committed to pretending to be asleep for the rest of the night. There wasn’t a moment I wasn’t focused on him, though. With his underwear on, I didn’t hear him reach back into his bag. Had he already taken out his sleeping clothes? If he had, why wasn’t there a rustle as he put them on?

Feeling my heart thump as he climbed into bed, I waited for him to touch or hold me. He didn’t. The only thing he did was turn off the light. I kept waiting for him to do more, but nothing happened. It was driving me so insane that my body shook.

It was only then that I felt the bed shift. He could feel me shaking. How would I explain it if he asked? It was a warm night. There was no reason I should have been cold.

Luckily, I didn’t have to. While I lay there wishing beyond hope that he would hold me, he wrapped his arms around me. His body was everything I could have dreamed it would be. We were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. And with his warm body locked on mine, everything bad that had happened today floated away. I quickly fell asleep.