I was at home with my parents this time. So was Aaron. It was the Aaron I used to know, the one I would be proud to bring home. He was cooking dinner for us, and had me help with part of it. That sexual tension was still there, those brief touches on the arm or shoulder. When we were alone we would start kissing, but when it'd get too heated he'd slow down. "It's cheating." Then we weren't alone, and I ended up rubbing his shoulders and back, and gave him a massage he was far too into.
...god I miss him.
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