The moon shone through the window, an abrupt triangular window, huge and gave way to endless moonlight, which drowned everything it touched. The floor, the bed, the small armchair in the corner. Everything was dowsed in glorious moonlight. My skin prickled in the sheer volume of moonlight that touched his skin. I lay beside him and even though the room was warm, I shivered. I hadn’t managed to meet his gaze yet, as I was...

It had always been there, these little unorthodox butterflies that floated around and made me feel like jelly when I was around him. But recently he had been overly talkative and attentive towards me, and I guess like all the fantasies would suggest, that definitely made me feel something more. It wasn't even obvious to those around us, and there was a strong chance I was imagining the reciprocation, but it was exciting....