early hours of the morning

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after getting all his belated bedding matters sorted out, and exchanging giggles and nonsense, his bed was made and it was time for sleep, or so i thought.
there was undeniable tension between us too. although i was only 16, Abe called me mature and intelligent. he was 23, and very intellectual, so of course i couldn't deny his reasonings. i just didn't know if he felt the same yet.
i stared at his beautiful face in the moonlight, his featured were masculine but also comforting and soft. we both lay on his bed, i held my head up with my arm as we felt the cold breeze from the open window go in and out of the room. i knew i had to go, but it was so hard to resist. i couldn't rush into things, not yet. i told myself i would wait as long as possible, let's say things didn't exactly go according to plan.

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