"taking it slow" seemed to have a different meaning in both brendon and dallon's dictionaries.
they were in dallon's room. dallon laying on his bed, brendon straddling his hips. tongues in each other's mouths, hands roaming over their chests but not daring to go farther.
"wait, dallon." dallon paused and so did brendon. "we, we shouldn't."
dallon sighed. "you're right."
brendon got off of dallon and picked up his shirt which was thrown on the floor.
"i'll see you tomorrow." brendon said opening dallon's door and walking out. not forgetting to shut it.
dallon was mad at brendon for leaving, but it was his choice.
dallon was more mad at the thing brendon left in his pants.
