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Darrien. 

His bed is small. So, fucking small but somehow, I love it. we are sprawled under the covers; I have to hold him tightly because there is literally no space for the two of us. 

Something has changed between us. 

That kiss. 

That amazing kiss that I denied myself of. 

I can't believe I held on for that long. I don't even feel as guilty as I thought i would. I liked it so much. I felt so much from just a kiss that it washed all the guilt out of my mind. 

He doesn't seem concerned about the age thing. 

I need to speak to someone about it because the longer I stay with him, the more I wouldn't be able to resist him. It is like torture, being so close but unable to devour your favourite meal. 

Jabi has become my favourite meal. 

He has become my favourite everything.