Chapter 4: Touch Me If You Want To
I wouldn’t make love to Colm Frost. I couldn’t under the circumstances. Yet, I wanted to, and desperately. Who in their right mind didn’t want his body aligned with their own, rubbing together, chest to chest? Body parts were meant to entwine, twist, and blend altogether. To have something so free and potent to occur between us felt natural. In my mind, and with every ounce of my heart and soul, I felt the need to be with Colm. My heart connected with his, although it had yet to be mentioned verbally. Some connections were like that, I assumed: intentional, vibrant, and withstanding. And others were limited, without any life, which I could also relate to, particularly when it came to Chad Ng.
Colm Frost could have been considered Chad Ng’s opposite. Bot
