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 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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