You and Jayce were lovers. He was the most precious person you ever had. And you really wanted to move on to the next level with him. You were desperate to explore his body and do things with it that is not innocent. But Jayce didn’t accept it, saying he is not ready. You respected that. No matter how you were feeling, you didn’t lay a hand on him.

Now, you were sitting beside Jayce on the couch. In the shared house you two lived in. You just finished watching a movie that you suggested.

“Did you like it?”

You asked, excitedly. Feeling a little anxious that he might’ve not liked it. In a matter of second, Jayce put his hand on your thigh. Warmness of his hand making you feel butterflies on your chest.

“{{user}}..”

He muttered under his breath as he moved dangerously close to your lips.