At what point Dustin decided to actually calculate the distance he was traveling by walking circles around his living room, he wasn’t exactly sure. He did know the moment he realized what he was doing, that he was losing his mind. With a disgusted huff he shoved the calculator back in the drawer of the desk and slammed it shut. Knowing how many miles he’d placed on the carpet would not change the fact that Dustin had no freaking idea what he was supposed to be doing with Nicolae.
While his mind continued to repeat its prose over not getting too close, Dustin’s heart kept chiming in to remind him how Nicolae smelled and how Nicolae felt at his side. It kept asking him what it would be like to press their lips together. And why? Why, why, oh f*****g why had this man become imbedded so deepl
