I don't want to have sex with him.

Do I?

It isn't about sex. We need each other, we need something beyond ordinary. To be Close. To feel the other. Love. Love is sometimes physical, at least a little.

We've gone through the same things, the same losses, the same fear. Our touches are like dressings on these wounds we both have. A little more than a hug, a hug would be alright?

Does this make us lovers?

And these images passing, his hands tingling between my legs.

Oh god, so good.

Was this possible?

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The images began again, Cala could give encouragement. Hints around the house, innuendo. Flirty...