Unrequited Love

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I watched him walk towards me from across the room, the outline of his beautiful big broad shoulders shadowing the only light pouring into the room. He leans in to kiss me and his soft lips trail from my lips, to my neck down to my navel. His gentle kisses sending shivers down my spine. I want him so bad. 

"Hera, Hera, Hera" hearing him whisper my name is making the anticipation build up times 100. 

"Hera, Hera, wake up. Heraaa." I awake to see John standing over the edge of my bed. His big brown eyes staring into the depths of my soul, I wander off in my own thoughts. I'm in love with him, i'm well aware of it. If only he felt the same way.

John, jeez where do I start, he is an amazingly talented and smart and did I mention extremely hot man. I come back to reality to see John standing there with a confused look on his face. I realized he had been talking the whole time I was daydreaming. I cannot help but admire his shirtless body right now, his defined abs giving new meaning to the word "fit." A thin trail of hair starting from his belly button leading down into his plaid pajama pants,  I'd give anything to see where it leads. 

John had spent the night at my house as he's done every Saturday for the past 3 years of our friendship. 

" I got 2 pre-rolls waiting for us right now." squealed John. I followed him into the living, the pungent aroma of marijuana smacking me in the face. I inhale deeply taking in the sweet scent filled with memories and laughs. John passes me a joint, already lit of course, and I start to smoke it. We engage in a game of truth or dare. We usually keep the game light hearted, but not this time, this time the game was getting intense. The weed was getting to us for sure. John began asking questions that he didn't need answers to.

 "Has anyone ever made you orgasm?" he asked me while avoiding eye contact. The second he asked that, I felt my body tense up and my cheeks get hot. "No" I say low and gentle, holding back an awkward laugh. "Jesus, really?" he asked as our eyes met. 

"Yeah, sex just doesn't feel that good to me." I said admittedly. "Well then you clearly haven't fucked the right guy" he says, I can tell he was holding back a smile. 

"Well who is the right guy, if you could point me to his direction, I'd gladly appreciate it" I mumbled jokingly. 

"Me." he uttered sternly. I look up in disbelief. "What?" I said as I choked on the smoke I had just inhaled. "Think about it" he plead "we've been practically in a relationship for years, you're supposed to share the act of sex with someone whom you love. I love you and you love me, sex doesn't always have to be a romantic love." 

You don't love me like I love you, I say to myself. I began to think about it, what it would actually be like to have sex with John. Of course I think about it all the time, but not like this, not when there's a possibility of it actually happening.