Thoughts of Arlen

Ravi rolled from one side of the bed to the other side and repeated the action more than 50 times when he woke up that morning. The events of yesterday replayed in his mind like a movie and he was like a captured audience who could not help but watch.

Where had he gotten the courage? He did not regret it though, voicing the secret that was deep in his heart.

He wanted everything about Arlen. Perhaps it was admiration first, he cherished it as a friend and adorned him as a person. Yesterday, he wanted to sink his fingers into his hair, that luscious beautiful blonde hair and pull him close.

Closer.

And brush his lips over his neck, his chin, his cheeks, press a kiss on those closed eyes, and then…

Ravi hurriedly stopped his thought at that moment. Cooling the heat that crawled through his veins like shattering glass. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling.