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“Hang on, you’re bi?”
“I prefer to avoid labeling myself. I feel better with you than I have with anyone, but I don’t want that to be what defines my identity. I’m just attracted to people who make me feel good. I don’t care what’s between their legs.”
What he’d said about me made me feel warm inside, but I had to address the second part as well.
“You’re trying to live a life free of definitions. Everything about you is undefined. Even what we have is undefined.”
“Do you want us to define what we have?”
“Don’t change the…”
Before I had finished my sentence I was silenced by his lips. I don’t know whether he was trying to stop me laying into him or just wanted to kiss me. Whatever, it worked.
He pulled back a little, letting me breathe.
“Amit, Will you be my boyfriend?”
“We’ve only known each other for a week!”
“We haven’t got time to waste playing games, babe.”
“Babe? I don’t really know you. Maybe you’re just playing with me.”
“Maybe, but aren’t I worth the risk?”
Daniel winked and tried to look seductive.
“That’s not helping,” I laughed.
“Maybe this will.” He kissed me again. I didn’t resist and I didn’t want to.
“What do you say now, babe?”
“Ok, ok.” I surrendered.
Daniel sprang to his feet.
“So I can sleep over?”
“On the sofa!”
He did a victory lap around the room.
I woke up from my dream with a start, probably thanks to Daniel’s snoring. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. A sunbeam peeped through the curtain. It was morning already. I don’t look at my phone when I wake up in the morning. I need a coffee before I can face the world – or, in this case, Daniel. I snuck a look at the sofa as I went to the kitchen. Daniel was sleeping like a baby, hugging a pillow and breathing deeply. Itwas a nice picture. He was shirtless and his muscular chest and arms weren’t covered by the blanket. A noise from outside broke the spell and I headed for the kitchen. I’d been staring at him for too long.
My apartment was small, and the sound of the electric kettle would probably wake Daniel. I switched it on anyway. When I came out of the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Daniel was sitting on the sofa with the blanket over his legs. I hadn’t had my coffee yet and my eyes had a mind of their own. He noticed and laughed.
“Can’t keep your eyes off me can you, babe?”
“Idiot. You’ve got more brawn than brains.”
“So why are you staring?”
“I was sure you’d have a tattoo. I was trying to find it.”
“Stereotyping me again?”
“You don’t?”
