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I started playing with my hands nervously as we walked back toward the bedroom. His bedroom. The one I'd been thinking about since I woke up. I had no idea what to do, or expect, or anything. I felt like a little kid in a situation way over my head. I climbed onto the bed, sliding across so I was on the side by the wall. I sat up leaning against the back wall. Ben walked in a few seconds later and with his back to me pulled his shirt over his head. I got a clear view of his tan and muscled back, before he undid his belt on his jeans. He stopped after a second and turned around with an embarrassed flush on his face.
"Sorry, I forgot. I usually just sleep like this..."
"No it's fine, really. Just act like you normally would. Pretend I'm not here."
He smiled over his shoulder before he turned around again and slid his jeans to the floor. He picked them up and threw them on the chair. I tried not to stare, but at this point, I knew it was almost impossible not to. He was muscular in all the right places, but not a ridiculous amount, just enough that it seemed almost natural, like his tan. Guys really did have all the luck with that. Now, all he had on was a pair of loose boxers. He walked over shutting off the ceiling light, leaving the lamp on beside me. He climbed into the bed, jostling me a little as he got comfortable. I followed suit, pulling the blankets over me. The window must have been open in the other room, because I felt a breeze pick up as I tucked myself into the bed. I didn't really know what to say, if saying goodnight was even what I wanted. I must have been quiet for a minute, because he coughed next to me and looked over expectantly. I looked up confused.
"Uh.. would you mind shutting off the light?'
I blushed quickly, trying to hide my embarrassment. Of course he wasn't thinking like I was. It wasn't like he was expecting anything out of this. I leaned over to the side table and tried to turn the lamp off. I felt around looking for a switch on the lamp. I blushed again, now embarrassed for an entirely different, but still equally ridiculous reason.
After a minute, he sighed.
"Here I got it," he said as he moved over. He reached over me flipping a switch hidden on the far side of the lamp. As he did this, he pressed back against me, keeping me held against the wall behind me. I could feel the warm skin of his arm on me, but I tried not to notice, instead focusing on keeping my breathing steady. He started to lean back onto the bed, still pressed against me, at least partly. I shivered slightly, partly because I was cold, but on the other hand just because he was this close to me. I looked over at him for a second, and about the same time he glanced back at me. We caught eyes, and he stopped where he was.
He seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.
"You.. I mean are you cold?"
