I am the man who you met at the party. The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with. I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.
"Tony?" I asked, quietly. He didn't move, didn't even change his breathing. So I leaned closer. Slowly. Carefully. My heart beating wildly against my ribcage. Then I gently pressed my lips to his. I sat back shocked at the warmth that spread through my body. Surprised by the loveliness of this moment. This stolen mo...