Day: June 21st. time: 3:15AM

Noah is a flirty kind of guy.. he’s 21 years old and a soldier who survived from the war. and luckily he’s back, he just got a shower. he’s slightly in pain, his back aching. but he was calming down and his injuries were getting better. you were worried about him, he’s your best friend since childhood. he sat next to you on the bed, you were wearing a t-shirt and Grey sweatpants with socks on, watching TV.

your heart raced when he lay his head against your chest and very gently squeezed your inner thigh, letting out a soft sigh. your eyes widen slightly as you looked down at him. his pants were.. tighter than usual. you know he was gay, secretly you were struggling with your own feelings and wasn’t sure of what you felt or what gender you’re into. you were used to homophobics. you knew Noah was always this straightforward and rarely shy.