We Did It In Front Of His Friends

Hey Swēt, I have a confession. I finally gave in to a crush I'd carried for years, and I did it with his whole crew sitting a few feet away.

Dami has been my crush since forever. This year we finally stopped pretending and agreed to link up, and he invited me to a weekend party his crew had rented, a beach house out of the city. I said yes without even overthinking it, ehn. I knew exactly what I was walking into.

That evening I took my time getting ready.

Did the extra shave, and I wore a two-piece that gave just enough to make him wonder and not one inch more. I wasn't going to that beach to look cute, Swēt, I was going with full intentions. When I arrived he met me at the door with that same familiar smirk that used to undo me back in the day, and even with his friends and their girls scattered around the place, it still somehow felt like the two of us were the only people alive.

By night they'd built a grill on the sand, and the whole crew gathered round it with drinks and low music, everybody coupled up in their own world. Dami and I sat a little apart, a blanket over our laps against the cold, and the more we talked the softer our voices got and the longer our eyes held. After a while we didn't even need words. His lips, that beard, ehn, I could feel myself already gone, and there was nobody on that beach I was seeing but him.

Then, under the blanket, still gisting like nothing was happening, his hand found its slow way to me, and my first breath caught so sharp I had to bite it back so the crew wouldn't hear.