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I rubbed my eyes awake and my ears were met with soft R&B music resonating from the bathroom. Glancing over at Angelo's vacant bed, I could tell it was him in the bathroom.
The music wasn't a bother, quite frankly is was harmonious and peaceful. It matches Angelo's vibe perfectly actually—quiet and composed.
I checked see my phone and saw a new notifications from Instagram. I opened it and it was from Jolece.
My eyes widened and I practically jumped from my laying position. The message read, "hey,"
I smiled intriguingly and replied with an abbreviated version of "wassup".
I got up from my bed and walked over to the drawer my clothes were stashed in. I wasn't in anything but my tight boxers. I got distracted when my phone buzzed—indicating another message from Jolece.
I smiled at it, unfortunately though before I could respond, the bathroom door clicked unlocked and opened.
There appeared Angelo who was humming one of the songs that he was just playing.
I looked at the towel that was wrapped around his waist then up at him. We both locked eyes and he stopped humming. He looked my mostly naked body up and down and came back up to my eyes.
When our eyes locked back in, it felt exactly how it did last night on the court.
It emitted a warm energy, him looking at me as if he was enamored real sparked something in my head that I can't explain.
This was the same thing—except we were more vulnerable and off guard. His brown eyes glistened in the morning sunlight—making them pulchritudinous.
I could see through him like glass, he was definitely nervous, confused, and somewhat intrigued. I could tell both of us wanted to move, but neither of us did. This feeling was like a strong dose of ecstasy that we were both heavily addicted too. To me, it's just a thought, but he genuinely is attractive to me. Not that i'm gay or anything, I just think he's beautiful.
My eyes found there way down his steamed torso, he was built perfectly.
But that's where the moment ended—he ended it.
"why are you looking at me like that?" He said shakily, as if he had just been hurt.
I snapped out of the trance and brought my eyes back up to his, "huh—like wh—"
"Like you want something, you're looking at me like you want something," His voices started breaking—tears were now apparent in his eyes.
"woah—angelo i—"
"No! I can't do this—not again," He said walking back into the bathroom and slamming it shut.
I scrunched my face in confusion and fell into a puddle of thoughts and possibilities.
