Brian

Mine and Aaron's love language was physical touch. Some parts of our bodies were always touching. With spending all of my time locked up in the room, he spent it with me.

I had made his lap my home, my new favorite place to sit. Our hands were always intertwined. Our touches were as innocent as knees touching, shoulder touching, fingers raking through hair and as dangerous as thigh riding, thigh groping and sitting dangerously close to his member.

We were attached to ...