Crush

Sure

Oliver

Blinking at the sharp lights of the foyer, I took a second to let my eyes adjust to the brightness of the lobby after coming out of the dark movie theatre.

Jenson was right next to me, stuffing his face with popcorn. The guy had ordered two large servings, ate one during the movie and was finishing the second one now.

"Cool movie, man," he said around a mouthful of popcorn.

I offered him a grin. "I wouldn't know. I had someone talking to me the whole time." I bumped him with my shoulder.

"Hey, I was making sure you were keeping up with the plot." He shovelled another handful into his mouth and grinned at me.

It should have been a cool movie. That was the whole reason we wanted to see it. But I couldn't watch it, didn't see any of it. Because all I could see was Asher.

The night he slept in my bed.

His face, so close, the soft brush of his lips against mine, the warmth of his breath against my skin, the heat of his body next to me.

I wasn't even sure it could be classed as a kiss. It was soft, light, and over as quickly as it started. But it affected me either way.

The dreams I'd had about him in the past were always filled with kisses and bare skin. I'd used images of him to stroke myself in the shower several times. And none of those pictures measured up to the actual softness of his skin, the real feel of his warmth against mine.

It really was a dream come true for me.

I'd laid awake for most the night, staring at him, willing him to open his eyes and pick up where he'd left off. Carry on kissing me. Undressing me. I mean, I was lying right next to him. I was there if he wanted me. I doubt I would have said no.

But he'd slept all night. Slept so deeply, he didn't even stir. He'd stayed in the same position most of the night, hardly moved.

When the morning came round ... it was like nothing had happened. He'd carried on, chatting with my dad, being his usual smiley self.

And I could do nothing but stare at him. Shocked.

Didn't it mean anything to him?

Here I was, barely able to sleep because my stupid heart wouldn't beat normally and he was carrying on like nothing had happened.

That asshole.

Seriously, who did he think he was?

Okay. Maybe he really wasn't.

He'd been tired, beat up, probably still in shock ... he probably didn't even remember doing it.

But how was I supposed to feel now? Act around him?

I shook my head as me and Jenson started walking towards the exit, him dropping popcorn as he went, leaving a trail of it behind him.

I needed to get over Asher. I would probably confuse him if I told him what he did to me. He obviously didn't remember anything about last night.

Just because I was pretty confident I was gay didn't mean I could shove it in his face. He didn't know I preferred him to Chloe.

Oh god.

Chloe.

My heart dropped when I thought of her.

I really did need to speak with her. Break it off with her.

It wasn't fair to her. She deserved someone who wasn't ... as gay as me.

And there was the whole coming out to my dad. I had been thinking about it for a while now. I really wanted to do it. I mean, Liam knew about me. And he didn't treat me any differently. Still being his usual cocky asshole self. So why couldn't I tell my dad? Why couldn't I find the words to tell him?