He doesn't say anything. He just pulls me closer. Wrapping his arms around my waist.
He rests his chin on my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my neck. It sends chills down my spine.
He nuzzles my neck and pulls me closer. His hands slide under my shirt.
~later~
We are sitting on the floor of the building Patrick's hand on my thigh. We are laughing about something he said.
I don't remember what it was. All I can focus on is the warmth of his hand on my thigh.
My heart is racing. Dear god please save me now. I can't take it anymore.
He pulls me close to him. His hand is on my back.
"Henry, are you okay?"
" yeah I'm fine"
He stands up. I try to but he holds me down.
"Stay"
He straddles my legs and leans in close.
He cups my chin in his hand.
"P... Patrick ... what are you d... doing?"
He grasps my wrist and puts my hand on his waist.
