He remembered, that it was energy. He had no other words to mean it.
He was sitting but he felt like a strong energy coming from him and reaching him. He felt his eyes on him. Almost felt them burning his back. He truly sensed it.
It was annoying. Why is he interested in me?
They didn't look at each other. They pretended, both, not to look at each other.
In the end, he was disappointed when he was not there. When he arrived at that place and he didn't find him sitting at his usual seat in front of his computer he felt he was missing a part of his day. What he was doing he had no idea. But slowly, day after day he had become curious about what he was doing, what he was working on. A couple of times, he had been able to peek at the screen of his computer. Maybe he was working with Photoshop.
He always sat partnered with another guy. His boyfriend? He thought so, because sometimes they were joking and laughing very close. He probably was the female in the couple, because he had the look of a cunning slut. A scandalous look of a mischievous and scandalous slut.
Those days it was becoming hot and he was wearing a white cotton vest leaving his shoulders bare as a young slut.
That dragged him more to him, to desire that young slut.
That slut look-like amped up his prowess for that energy flowing between him and him.
He looked past him. In the opposite direction of him. Through the enormous windows facing the city, its roofs, the crossroads, the green trees...
Yes, it is energy. I have no other explanation. He thought.
They never spoke a word but he could almost sense it in the air the desire to talk and touch each other, and this surprised him.
That day he had foolishly thought that the Ikea space was empty, with a few people. It was Friday afternoon, 2 am.
The only seat free instead was in front of him. He hesitated. Then he decided not to sit there. He was surprised. He was a straight guy. How come he was attracted by another male?
He didn't find any reason. The only reason, he thought, to be taken into consideration, was the energy. That strong and inescapable energy had taken him off-guard.
But he resisted. He didn't give up.
It was annoying. Why is he interested in me?
They didn't look at each other. They pretended, both, not to look at each other.
In the end, he was disappointed when he was not there. When he arrived at that place and he didn't find him sitting at his usual seat in front of his computer he felt he was missing a part of his day. What he was doing he had no idea. But slowly, day after day he had become curious about what he was doing, what he was working on. A couple of times, he had been able to peek at the screen of his computer. Maybe he was working with Photoshop.
He always sat partnered with another guy. His boyfriend? He thought so, because sometimes they were joking and laughing very close. He probably was the female in the couple, because he had the look of a cunning slut. A scandalous look of a mischievous and scandalous slut.
Those days it was becoming hot and he was wearing a white cotton vest leaving his shoulders bare as a young slut.
That dragged him more to him, to desire that young slut.
That slut look-like amped up his prowess for that energy flowing between him and him.
He looked past him. In the opposite direction of him. Through the enormous windows facing the city, its roofs, the crossroads, the green trees...
Yes, it is energy. I have no other explanation. He thought.
They never spoke a word but he could almost sense it in the air the desire to talk and touch each other, and this surprised him.
That day he had foolishly thought that the Ikea space was empty, with a few people. It was Friday afternoon, 2 am.
The only seat free instead was in front of him. He hesitated. Then he decided not to sit there. He was surprised. He was a straight guy. How come he was attracted by another male?
He didn't find any reason. The only reason, he thought, to be taken into consideration, was the energy. That strong and inescapable energy had taken him off-guard.
But he resisted. He didn't give up.
TO BE CONTINUED (MAYBE)...
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