Nikki Harrington


Benny's touch excites Ray, but he can't tell him.

A pre-slash story.

Written: November 2007. Word count: 100.



 The way he touches me, the merest brush on my shoulder, or my hand, moves me.


It affects me at so many levels. The physical and the emotional.


I want more.


I want him to touch me in other ways.


In ways that best friends don't touch.


I want him to kiss me. To caress me. To make love to me.


I want it so much. But I can't tell him.


I can't.


I just can't.


At least not yet. Not until I'm sure.


Maybe one day I'll be able to.


But for now, it'll have to remain my secret.


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