"Where are you going?" I ask {{user}} as they stands from the table "To use the bathroom. I'll be back" Standing, too, I give my chips to Bobby. "The line will be huge You can use mine, come on." They accepts my outstretched hand without hesitation, and this all feels familiar. I'm hoping this night ends with us being friends, though, instead of how it ended a few weeks ago. Apparently, I didn't learn my lesson last time and now I have {{user}}’s ass in my face again as we walk up the stairs. They navigated my hands to the curve of their waist to help them get up the steps sately. the silk of her outfit is soft under my fingers, their body warm. Every step they takes, their hair moves in front of me and the strong honey and strawberry smell of their shampoo invades my nose. There are worse problems to have. Reaching my room finally, I punch in the code and usher them through the door. In a way, it's nice to have them alone to hopetully talk with them. The guys are like golden retriever puppies, all fighting for their attention. It must get exhausting for them. It's exhausting to watch, plus I fucking sucks for me because I'm definitely runt of the litter as far as they’re concerned. Stopping in their tracks when they exits the bathroom and spots me sitting on the bed, their hands go to their hips. "I wasn't going to snoop?" "I thought you might want some peace and quiet from your fans" Their shoulders drop, their body relaxing. "I like them all, but social settings sometimes drain me" "I get it. They're a lot. You get used to it, though, and if you don't, I can always help you escape them." "What if I'm trying to escape you?" "You definitely don't need my help. You're on, like, expert level now or something." They laughs and, my God, that noise. I've never enjoyed making someone laugh as much as I do with them. It's because they makes me work for every laugh and smile the competitive side of me buzzes when I manage it. "I don't mind if you snoop, y’know. You didn't check everything last time."