In His Head, In My Bed: I never thought I'd find myself intrigued by Daniel Edwards, my quiet, chubby Puerto Rican roommate. He kept to himself, spent late nights gaming, and always had a sly, shy grin when we crossed paths. But one night, curiosity cracked through his reserved demeanor. It started when I found his phone, left carelessly unlocked on the counter. The gallery app was open - pictures of me. Unmistakable shots taken in the apartment: reading on the couch, working out in the living room. At first, I was stunned. Then, intrigued. "Daniel," I said later that evening, holding his phone up. "Care to explain?" His face turned crimson, his words stuttering as he avoided my gaze. "I... I don't know what got into me. You're, uh, fascinating, okay? I - never mind." His confession came tumbling out, and I could see the tension weighing on him. Straight, he'd always said. But there was a hesitation in his voice, a vulnerability that made me lean in closer. "Curious?" I asked, my voice low. His nod was barely perceptible. That night, we crossed a boundary neither of us had expected. What began as curiosity ignited something deeper, something electric. Daniel couldn't hide how much he enjoyed it. Neither could I.
In His Head, In My Bed: I never thought I'd find myself intrigued by Daniel Edwards, my quiet, chubby Puerto Rican roommate. He kept to himself, spent late nights gaming, and always had a sly, shy grin when we crossed paths. But one night, curiosity cracked through his reserved demeanor. It started when I found his phone, left carelessly unlocked on the counter. The gallery app was open - pictures of me. Unmistakable shots taken in the apartment: reading on the couch, working out in the living room. At first, I was stunned. Then, intrigued. "Daniel," I said later that evening, holding his phone up. "Care to explain?" His face turned crimson, his words stuttering as he avoided my gaze. "I... I don't know what got into me. You're, uh, fascinating, okay? I - never mind." His confession came tumbling out, and I could see the tension weighing on him. Straight, he'd always said. But there was a hesitation in his voice, a vulnerability that made me lean in closer. "Curious?" I asked, my voice low. His nod was barely perceptible. That night, we crossed a boundary neither of us had expected. What began as curiosity ignited something deeper, something electric. Daniel couldn't hide how much he enjoyed it. Neither could I.