07-10-2025, 04:39 PM
Part 1
Nils
I'm standing in the kitchen, cutting vegetables, because I've decided to make a vegetable stir-fry tonight. After all the sweets over Easter, I need something light in my stomach.
Behind me, I hear quiet footsteps and just a moment later I'm embraced from behind. Two strong, lightly tanned arms wrap around me and a pleasant breath breathes on the back of my neck.
If you think this is my boyfriend, you're not quite right, because it's just my best friend.
‘Morning,‘ Dennis grumbles without breaking his embrace.
‘Morning? It's almost noon,’ I correct him.
‘Noon? Oh, then it's almost dinner time,’ he grins and his hazel eyes light up briefly before he slides his warm hands under my shirt.
I let out a sigh because he's driving me crazy again. Softly, gently and at the same time so intimately that I want to give myself to him without restraint, he draws small circles on my skin.
It feels like his fingers are leaving traces of fire where he touches me. At the same time, his lips seek out my earlobe to suck and nibble on it. Dennis now knows just how to drive me crazy.
If only Fabian hadn't spent the night here, then Dennis would have to hold back now. Fabian is my boyfriend and has been for almost half a year now. You might think that's not long, but for me it's a very long time.
Besides the necessities of life, only my best friend Dennis exists in my life. It's been that way forever and so far no man has been able to change that. Dennis is my number one in life!
We are the same age, have the same interests and anyone who believes it would say that we are soulmates. We have something like a relationship, except that we don't sleep together. Now you are probably wondering why Dennis is making a move on me, right?
Well, it's a bet. Dennis is an absolute heartthrob, he gets everything and everyone because of his charm, which is simply irresistible. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I bet Dennis two years ago that he wouldn't get me around.
He was once again bragging that he'd had everyone, so I called his attention to me. We have been friends since we were eighteen, but that never occurred to him.
That's why he thought he had to bet with me that he would get me around after all, and I've been betting against it ever since. There is no stake except the fame of succeeding or resisting. Of course, things are now complicated by Fabian, because he must not find out about it under any circumstances.
Although I'm not really sure that he doesn't already know. Because as obvious as Dennis is flirting with me, Fabian is probably thinking his part. I met Fabian at a friend's birthday party.
After a night of chatting, lots of text messages and a subsequent date, we started going out. He is two years older than me and the type of man who has something special about him, although you're not sure what it is. His looks and body are okay, but not breathtaking.
He's the perfect boyfriend, never grumbles, accepts my niggles and doesn't complain about not being my number one. In fact, he's far too perfect if it weren't for one thing – the sex isn't really that great. It's not bad, but it's not something you have to rave about either.
I do come, usually at least, but it's not really satisfying. Somehow I have problems with it to let myself go completely. Fabian really tries hard, but of course he notices that something is wrong.
I try to play it down, but my body is really craving damn good sex. The bad thing about it is that I have someone constantly glued to me who I know is supposed to be divine in bed.
I sometimes wonder what's more important: a perfect relationship or damn good sex? The doorbell rings, luckily interrupting Dennis's actions, because I almost got an erection. So I pull away from the embrace and go to the door to open it.
However, I immediately take a step back, because a bouquet of red roses is thrust in my face.
A familiar voice speaks to me before the bouquet is taken away and I look into two bright green eyes: ‘Sorry I didn't feel like partying yesterday,’ comes from Fabian, while he looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
‘It's okay,’ I reply, embarrassed, and kiss him in greeting.
‘Come on in,’ I add before pulling him by the arm into the apartment and closing the door.
We go into the kitchen because I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. Dennis and Fabian look at each other and greet each other curtly. Fabian's face speaks volumes because he now knows that Dennis has spent the night here, as he is standing in the kitchen wearing only boxer shorts.
Of course Fabian knows how important Dennis is to me, which is why he didn't come on the trip yesterday, as he has done so often, so that we could have time together. Nevertheless, Fabian doesn't really get on well with Dennis, and Dennis can't stand Fabian either.
He thinks Fabian is not good for me, but I'm sure I can decide that for myself, although I'm not one hundred percent sure.
‘So, which one of you is eating stir-fried vegetables with me?’ I try to break the frightening silence.
Fabian nods at me with a smile and Dennis makes a pointed comment: “It depends on what's for dessert.’
A very angry look from me puts Dennis in his place and so he shakes his head: ”I still have plans.’
Relieved by this answer, I get back to preparing dinner and just manage to see that Fabian is also giving Dennis dirty looks before Dennis leaves the kitchen to get dressed.
Fabian asks if he can help me with something and takes a seat at the kitchen table. He can, so I hand him the onions with a board and knife. Am I being mean? I just hate cutting onions.
But since Fabian is a perfect boyfriend, he does me the favour. Dennis says goodbye to me with a peck on the cheek and grumbles ‘Bye’ to Fabian before he leaves my apartment. So now we are alone again and there is an almost suffocating silence.
I prepare dinner while Fabian sets the table. Then he cuts the roses, puts them in a vase and brings them into the living room. I casually notice how he brings order to my little chaos and even makes the bed.
How I hate this perfection, it makes me furious. Breathing deeply, I call Fabian to dinner in a normal voice. It tastes awful, I want a steak right away, and of course Fabian loves the way it tastes.
I could cry, I want to scream, but I control myself as always. After dinner, Fabian helps me wash the dishes, although I would have much preferred to leave the dishes.
After dinner, Fabian always asks the same question when everything seems to be done and sparkling clean: ‘What do you want to do today?’
So, what do I want to do? I want, no, I need really good sex! So I grab Fabian and pull him by the hand into the bedroom. He quickly understands, kisses me passionately and starts taking off my shirt.
Once again, it's all happening way too fast for my liking. How am I supposed to relax? How am I supposed to get in the mood? Fabian undresses me and then himself, before manoeuvring me to the bed. Okay, foreplay doesn't necessarily have to start with mutual undressing, so I try to concentrate on the essentials.
When Fabian's hands touch me, I get goosebumps, but not because he drives me crazy, no, he has ice-cold fingers. I squint my eyes and try to think of something nice.
A hot bath... a sunset... a campfire... but suddenly I have the image from this morning in my head and suddenly it's no longer Fabian lying next to me, pampering me, but Dennis.
His tongue draws a delicate trail of saliva across my upper body. His teeth nibble teasingly on my nipple and his hand, which just seemed as cold as ice, is now burning hot.
This heat wanders purposefully between my legs, awakening a slumbering desire in me that hardly lets me lie still. I reach for his head devotedly, press him to me and run my fingers through my mind's hazel-coloured short hair, which is actually blonde.
Now I can't go fast enough, because I would have preferred to skip the annoying rummaging in my trouser pocket. While I bite firmly on his ear, my own fingers prepare me to receive him as soon as the protection is slipped on.
A groan on my part now drops all inhibitions and so I ride a firm, fast rhythm. While a trail of heat glides up and down my back, occasionally pushing my bottom up and down, I purposefully aim for my climax.
I erupt between two heated bodies after just a few minutes, even before Fabian.
Fabian? It's only now that I come to my senses, literally wake up from my daydream and look into the face of my boyfriend, who is now also coming.
I am shocked at myself and climb down from my horse and take a seat on the edge of the bed. I rummage around in the night drawer for wet wipes to wipe away what has happened.
‘You were really wild today,’ Fabian says, while I get a kiss on the cheek before he disappears into the bathroom.
Oh yes, I was quite and I have to admit that the sex was perhaps extremely short, but also damn good!
*-*-*
I hear the shower, but I still haven't left my seat. Fabian always showers after sex, I only if it was really sweaty, like today. Fabian never needs long in the shower, he's quickly dressed again, and there's no cuddling after sex, unthinkable.
As soon as he's finished in the shower, I rush past him and lock myself in.
I can still hear him saying through the bathroom door: ‘I saw that you hadn't been shopping yet. If you like, I'll go quickly? Or do you want to go together?’
‘No, no, go ahead,‘ I just about manage to get out.
That's typical of him again. I would have found something to eat, otherwise there's always the snack bar or a delicious pizza would be nice again. Well, or I could invite myself to my mother's at short notice or to Dennis’ parents, they're always happy to see me. Or, or, or...
I wouldn't starve if I didn't go shopping. I hear the front door closing, which is perhaps a good thing. Because that way Fabian escapes an argument, so I have to control myself once again, swallow my anger.
I glance at myself in the mirror: my short dark brown hair is all over the place and my blue eyes look somehow tired and empty. Small beads of sweat lie on my normally tanned skin, which now looks much too pale, somehow as if I were ill.
How could this happen? I've never thought of anyone else during sex. Shocked, I turn on the shower and immediately scurry under the warm water jet. With my eyes closed, I let myself drift, washing away what happened and also my guilty conscience.
Everyone thinks about someone else from time to time, and in my case it was my best friend. So what! After drying off, I slip into my comfy trousers and go to the kitchen for a drink. I feel fine now.
Next, I make myself comfortable on the sofa, turn on the TV and flick through the channels. Surely there must be something interesting on? But actually I'm tired and snuggle down into my sofa cushions, only to doze off shortly afterwards.
I only wake up when the doorbell rings. It's Fabian, who else, because Dennis has a key. He's back from shopping, has of course bought way too much, and so I can't help but sigh.
Fabian looks at me confused: ‘Is something wrong?’ he asks me.
‘No, it's fine,’ I reply.
For some reason, I don't want a fight right now.
‘How much do you get from me?‘ I ask instead.
‘Here's the receipt,’ says Fabian, handing me the small piece of paper.
My jaw drops: he has spent 136 euros.
‘What did you buy, caviar?’ I yell at Fabian.
That's too much of a good thing.
‘Calm down, we can do it fifty-fifty, after all, I eat here too,‘ Fabian suggests.
I think I'm going crazy. He can't be serious, can he?
‘That's enough. You don't eat here that often, and what's next? Do you want to move in here?’ I vent my anger.
‘What would be so bad about that?’ Fabian wants to know.
‘What would be so bad about that?‘ I yell at him.
‘Oh yes, right, then Dennis couldn't sleep here with you anymore, or should I say with you?’ Fabian counters at least as loudly.
‘What? ... That's enough! ... Here's your stupid money and then just make sure you get out of here. I don't want to see you anymore.’
With these words, I throw him my last money and add: ‘… never again!’
Fabian slams the door behind him, leaving me alone. It is only now, as the silence fills the apartment, that I realise what I have just done. Tears run down my hot cheeks, which are all reddened because I am so angry or was?
I walk aimlessly around the apartment looking for my phone, which I find in the bedroom next to the bed.
I quickly dial the number, which I already know by heart, and sob into the phone: ‘It's over. I've broken up.’
‘Where are you now?’ Dennis asks calmly.
‘At home,’ I manage to say through my tears.
‘I'll be right with you,’ Dennis says before hanging up.
I slowly let go of my arm and can still hear the dull thud of my phone falling to the ground. Then I slump down on my bed, curl up and weep. Dennis is there really quickly, although it seems like half an eternity to me.
I hear the key being turned in the lock and the jingling of his bunch of keys. He has the pendant from me, a heart with a bell on it and on the heart it says best friends. Then the rustling of Dennis' jacket and the slurping of his shoes, for once he hasn't taken them off like he usually does.
He puts his warm hand on the back of my neck and gently caresses me. With difficulty, I raise my upper body to snuggle up in Dennis' arms. Dennis, my Dennis, he is always there for me. He would drop everything, put off God and the world, so that he could come to me when something is wrong.
The tears are still flowing, or now more than ever, because when you are hugged or comforted, it usually gets worse than before. Dennis gently strokes my back, but doesn't say a word.
Probably so that he doesn't say the wrong thing, since he doesn't like Fabian. But what about me? I've put up with him long enough. How did it have to come to this now? Was it time or is it because I always kept everything bottled up inside?
Should I have said something sooner? Even if I blame myself now, it won't change the situation. I could call Fabian, talk to him again about everything, try to explain what was going on inside of me.
Or I could let Fabian go his own way and concentrate fully on mine. There are many possibilities. But the real question is what do I want?
As I snuggle up to Dennis, I suddenly find myself comparing Fabian to Dennis.
The two are as different as night and day, and I suddenly don't understand what I see in Fabian. It's not that I'm in love with Dennis, but he's really hot and we get along great.
Fabian is just perfect, much too perfect. I can't get on the same wavelength as him, no matter how hard I try. Even the sex would only be good under the same conditions as before.
Fabian deserves a boyfriend who appreciates what he does for him, and that's impossible, me. Maybe it should be the way it has turned out. Dennis takes off his shoes and lies down on the bed next to me. I snuggle up close to him to feel his closeness.
His heartbeat thumps in an even rhythm under me. My eyes burn from crying and I could go back to sleep, I'm so tired. Dennis seems to be tired too, because a yawn comes from him.
He smells good and so I snuggle up to him a little. He won't do anything today, I know that for sure, because he is here to comfort me and not to take advantage of the situation. I can rely on him, because even if he is toying with the idea, he will control himself and that's damn good!
Nils
I'm standing in the kitchen, cutting vegetables, because I've decided to make a vegetable stir-fry tonight. After all the sweets over Easter, I need something light in my stomach.
Behind me, I hear quiet footsteps and just a moment later I'm embraced from behind. Two strong, lightly tanned arms wrap around me and a pleasant breath breathes on the back of my neck.
If you think this is my boyfriend, you're not quite right, because it's just my best friend.
‘Morning,‘ Dennis grumbles without breaking his embrace.
‘Morning? It's almost noon,’ I correct him.
‘Noon? Oh, then it's almost dinner time,’ he grins and his hazel eyes light up briefly before he slides his warm hands under my shirt.
I let out a sigh because he's driving me crazy again. Softly, gently and at the same time so intimately that I want to give myself to him without restraint, he draws small circles on my skin.
It feels like his fingers are leaving traces of fire where he touches me. At the same time, his lips seek out my earlobe to suck and nibble on it. Dennis now knows just how to drive me crazy.
If only Fabian hadn't spent the night here, then Dennis would have to hold back now. Fabian is my boyfriend and has been for almost half a year now. You might think that's not long, but for me it's a very long time.
Besides the necessities of life, only my best friend Dennis exists in my life. It's been that way forever and so far no man has been able to change that. Dennis is my number one in life!
We are the same age, have the same interests and anyone who believes it would say that we are soulmates. We have something like a relationship, except that we don't sleep together. Now you are probably wondering why Dennis is making a move on me, right?
Well, it's a bet. Dennis is an absolute heartthrob, he gets everything and everyone because of his charm, which is simply irresistible. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I bet Dennis two years ago that he wouldn't get me around.
He was once again bragging that he'd had everyone, so I called his attention to me. We have been friends since we were eighteen, but that never occurred to him.
That's why he thought he had to bet with me that he would get me around after all, and I've been betting against it ever since. There is no stake except the fame of succeeding or resisting. Of course, things are now complicated by Fabian, because he must not find out about it under any circumstances.
Although I'm not really sure that he doesn't already know. Because as obvious as Dennis is flirting with me, Fabian is probably thinking his part. I met Fabian at a friend's birthday party.
After a night of chatting, lots of text messages and a subsequent date, we started going out. He is two years older than me and the type of man who has something special about him, although you're not sure what it is. His looks and body are okay, but not breathtaking.
He's the perfect boyfriend, never grumbles, accepts my niggles and doesn't complain about not being my number one. In fact, he's far too perfect if it weren't for one thing – the sex isn't really that great. It's not bad, but it's not something you have to rave about either.
I do come, usually at least, but it's not really satisfying. Somehow I have problems with it to let myself go completely. Fabian really tries hard, but of course he notices that something is wrong.
I try to play it down, but my body is really craving damn good sex. The bad thing about it is that I have someone constantly glued to me who I know is supposed to be divine in bed.
I sometimes wonder what's more important: a perfect relationship or damn good sex? The doorbell rings, luckily interrupting Dennis's actions, because I almost got an erection. So I pull away from the embrace and go to the door to open it.
However, I immediately take a step back, because a bouquet of red roses is thrust in my face.
A familiar voice speaks to me before the bouquet is taken away and I look into two bright green eyes: ‘Sorry I didn't feel like partying yesterday,’ comes from Fabian, while he looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
‘It's okay,’ I reply, embarrassed, and kiss him in greeting.
‘Come on in,’ I add before pulling him by the arm into the apartment and closing the door.
We go into the kitchen because I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. Dennis and Fabian look at each other and greet each other curtly. Fabian's face speaks volumes because he now knows that Dennis has spent the night here, as he is standing in the kitchen wearing only boxer shorts.
Of course Fabian knows how important Dennis is to me, which is why he didn't come on the trip yesterday, as he has done so often, so that we could have time together. Nevertheless, Fabian doesn't really get on well with Dennis, and Dennis can't stand Fabian either.
He thinks Fabian is not good for me, but I'm sure I can decide that for myself, although I'm not one hundred percent sure.
‘So, which one of you is eating stir-fried vegetables with me?’ I try to break the frightening silence.
Fabian nods at me with a smile and Dennis makes a pointed comment: “It depends on what's for dessert.’
A very angry look from me puts Dennis in his place and so he shakes his head: ”I still have plans.’
Relieved by this answer, I get back to preparing dinner and just manage to see that Fabian is also giving Dennis dirty looks before Dennis leaves the kitchen to get dressed.
Fabian asks if he can help me with something and takes a seat at the kitchen table. He can, so I hand him the onions with a board and knife. Am I being mean? I just hate cutting onions.
But since Fabian is a perfect boyfriend, he does me the favour. Dennis says goodbye to me with a peck on the cheek and grumbles ‘Bye’ to Fabian before he leaves my apartment. So now we are alone again and there is an almost suffocating silence.
I prepare dinner while Fabian sets the table. Then he cuts the roses, puts them in a vase and brings them into the living room. I casually notice how he brings order to my little chaos and even makes the bed.
How I hate this perfection, it makes me furious. Breathing deeply, I call Fabian to dinner in a normal voice. It tastes awful, I want a steak right away, and of course Fabian loves the way it tastes.
I could cry, I want to scream, but I control myself as always. After dinner, Fabian helps me wash the dishes, although I would have much preferred to leave the dishes.
After dinner, Fabian always asks the same question when everything seems to be done and sparkling clean: ‘What do you want to do today?’
So, what do I want to do? I want, no, I need really good sex! So I grab Fabian and pull him by the hand into the bedroom. He quickly understands, kisses me passionately and starts taking off my shirt.
Once again, it's all happening way too fast for my liking. How am I supposed to relax? How am I supposed to get in the mood? Fabian undresses me and then himself, before manoeuvring me to the bed. Okay, foreplay doesn't necessarily have to start with mutual undressing, so I try to concentrate on the essentials.
When Fabian's hands touch me, I get goosebumps, but not because he drives me crazy, no, he has ice-cold fingers. I squint my eyes and try to think of something nice.
A hot bath... a sunset... a campfire... but suddenly I have the image from this morning in my head and suddenly it's no longer Fabian lying next to me, pampering me, but Dennis.
His tongue draws a delicate trail of saliva across my upper body. His teeth nibble teasingly on my nipple and his hand, which just seemed as cold as ice, is now burning hot.
This heat wanders purposefully between my legs, awakening a slumbering desire in me that hardly lets me lie still. I reach for his head devotedly, press him to me and run my fingers through my mind's hazel-coloured short hair, which is actually blonde.
Now I can't go fast enough, because I would have preferred to skip the annoying rummaging in my trouser pocket. While I bite firmly on his ear, my own fingers prepare me to receive him as soon as the protection is slipped on.
A groan on my part now drops all inhibitions and so I ride a firm, fast rhythm. While a trail of heat glides up and down my back, occasionally pushing my bottom up and down, I purposefully aim for my climax.
I erupt between two heated bodies after just a few minutes, even before Fabian.
Fabian? It's only now that I come to my senses, literally wake up from my daydream and look into the face of my boyfriend, who is now also coming.
I am shocked at myself and climb down from my horse and take a seat on the edge of the bed. I rummage around in the night drawer for wet wipes to wipe away what has happened.
‘You were really wild today,’ Fabian says, while I get a kiss on the cheek before he disappears into the bathroom.
Oh yes, I was quite and I have to admit that the sex was perhaps extremely short, but also damn good!
*-*-*
I hear the shower, but I still haven't left my seat. Fabian always showers after sex, I only if it was really sweaty, like today. Fabian never needs long in the shower, he's quickly dressed again, and there's no cuddling after sex, unthinkable.
As soon as he's finished in the shower, I rush past him and lock myself in.
I can still hear him saying through the bathroom door: ‘I saw that you hadn't been shopping yet. If you like, I'll go quickly? Or do you want to go together?’
‘No, no, go ahead,‘ I just about manage to get out.
That's typical of him again. I would have found something to eat, otherwise there's always the snack bar or a delicious pizza would be nice again. Well, or I could invite myself to my mother's at short notice or to Dennis’ parents, they're always happy to see me. Or, or, or...
I wouldn't starve if I didn't go shopping. I hear the front door closing, which is perhaps a good thing. Because that way Fabian escapes an argument, so I have to control myself once again, swallow my anger.
I glance at myself in the mirror: my short dark brown hair is all over the place and my blue eyes look somehow tired and empty. Small beads of sweat lie on my normally tanned skin, which now looks much too pale, somehow as if I were ill.
How could this happen? I've never thought of anyone else during sex. Shocked, I turn on the shower and immediately scurry under the warm water jet. With my eyes closed, I let myself drift, washing away what happened and also my guilty conscience.
Everyone thinks about someone else from time to time, and in my case it was my best friend. So what! After drying off, I slip into my comfy trousers and go to the kitchen for a drink. I feel fine now.
Next, I make myself comfortable on the sofa, turn on the TV and flick through the channels. Surely there must be something interesting on? But actually I'm tired and snuggle down into my sofa cushions, only to doze off shortly afterwards.
I only wake up when the doorbell rings. It's Fabian, who else, because Dennis has a key. He's back from shopping, has of course bought way too much, and so I can't help but sigh.
Fabian looks at me confused: ‘Is something wrong?’ he asks me.
‘No, it's fine,’ I reply.
For some reason, I don't want a fight right now.
‘How much do you get from me?‘ I ask instead.
‘Here's the receipt,’ says Fabian, handing me the small piece of paper.
My jaw drops: he has spent 136 euros.
‘What did you buy, caviar?’ I yell at Fabian.
That's too much of a good thing.
‘Calm down, we can do it fifty-fifty, after all, I eat here too,‘ Fabian suggests.
I think I'm going crazy. He can't be serious, can he?
‘That's enough. You don't eat here that often, and what's next? Do you want to move in here?’ I vent my anger.
‘What would be so bad about that?’ Fabian wants to know.
‘What would be so bad about that?‘ I yell at him.
‘Oh yes, right, then Dennis couldn't sleep here with you anymore, or should I say with you?’ Fabian counters at least as loudly.
‘What? ... That's enough! ... Here's your stupid money and then just make sure you get out of here. I don't want to see you anymore.’
With these words, I throw him my last money and add: ‘… never again!’
Fabian slams the door behind him, leaving me alone. It is only now, as the silence fills the apartment, that I realise what I have just done. Tears run down my hot cheeks, which are all reddened because I am so angry or was?
I walk aimlessly around the apartment looking for my phone, which I find in the bedroom next to the bed.
I quickly dial the number, which I already know by heart, and sob into the phone: ‘It's over. I've broken up.’
‘Where are you now?’ Dennis asks calmly.
‘At home,’ I manage to say through my tears.
‘I'll be right with you,’ Dennis says before hanging up.
I slowly let go of my arm and can still hear the dull thud of my phone falling to the ground. Then I slump down on my bed, curl up and weep. Dennis is there really quickly, although it seems like half an eternity to me.
I hear the key being turned in the lock and the jingling of his bunch of keys. He has the pendant from me, a heart with a bell on it and on the heart it says best friends. Then the rustling of Dennis' jacket and the slurping of his shoes, for once he hasn't taken them off like he usually does.
He puts his warm hand on the back of my neck and gently caresses me. With difficulty, I raise my upper body to snuggle up in Dennis' arms. Dennis, my Dennis, he is always there for me. He would drop everything, put off God and the world, so that he could come to me when something is wrong.
The tears are still flowing, or now more than ever, because when you are hugged or comforted, it usually gets worse than before. Dennis gently strokes my back, but doesn't say a word.
Probably so that he doesn't say the wrong thing, since he doesn't like Fabian. But what about me? I've put up with him long enough. How did it have to come to this now? Was it time or is it because I always kept everything bottled up inside?
Should I have said something sooner? Even if I blame myself now, it won't change the situation. I could call Fabian, talk to him again about everything, try to explain what was going on inside of me.
Or I could let Fabian go his own way and concentrate fully on mine. There are many possibilities. But the real question is what do I want?
As I snuggle up to Dennis, I suddenly find myself comparing Fabian to Dennis.
The two are as different as night and day, and I suddenly don't understand what I see in Fabian. It's not that I'm in love with Dennis, but he's really hot and we get along great.
Fabian is just perfect, much too perfect. I can't get on the same wavelength as him, no matter how hard I try. Even the sex would only be good under the same conditions as before.
Fabian deserves a boyfriend who appreciates what he does for him, and that's impossible, me. Maybe it should be the way it has turned out. Dennis takes off his shoes and lies down on the bed next to me. I snuggle up close to him to feel his closeness.
His heartbeat thumps in an even rhythm under me. My eyes burn from crying and I could go back to sleep, I'm so tired. Dennis seems to be tired too, because a yawn comes from him.
He smells good and so I snuggle up to him a little. He won't do anything today, I know that for sure, because he is here to comfort me and not to take advantage of the situation. I can rely on him, because even if he is toying with the idea, he will control himself and that's damn good!