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"Come walk with me," he said. I obeyed, I always look forward to being with him alone. It's time for us together.

We went over to his house so he could pick up his golf equipment. He had golf practice today. After entering his apartment, I sat down on the sofa, watching the curious-eyed Thomas on his little cushion on the sofa.

Bryson and I cuddled for some time. I felt like a cat, being cuddled in the way he did me. I asked him things. He told me things. Why did he like me? Did he like me?

I told him I wanted a back massage. Surprisingly, he cleared his bed for me. I laid down and he gave me a nice massage. I could tell he had no experience in it, but it still felt nice. It was from him, after all.

After he was done, he laid down on the bed with me. We cuddled with each other, rolling around and just being pigs of pleasure in our own comfortable little territory.
We stopped, with him on top of me. His face was inches away from mine. He was looking into my eyes with a sincere warmth. What was he thinking? His features were zoomed in, I could see everything so well. His eyes, his nose, his soft lips. Why does he keep looking at me? I was facing my right, too embarrassed to make much eye contact. I kept looking back at him a few times, and I was able to catch those features, those lovely features.

In his bed, he had always kept his face close to mine somehow. We kissed several times. I was breaking a hidden law and I knew it. But.. to be able to say I was literally in bed with him.. wouldn't that be an honor?

I knew morality would disagree with us. Friends with benefits? What was that? It's nothing, really. But it's a title. A very suggestive and disturbing title. No commitment, no security. What, then, is having a passion for one another? A bridge so easily broken, what was the point of its construction?

We must come to a solid agreement. This randomness can not go on any longer. It's either we are together, or we are not. Wandering in the area between friends and relationships is dangerous territory. It is either you build the bridge, or you don't. You can not only build half a bridge.