Chapter 9River
I was still floating on a cloud when I got to work. Sleeping next to, well, more like wrapped around Ben had been everything to me.
The fact that he hadn’t gotten upset over my clinginess even with obvious morning wood, gave me hope. Not that he’d change his mind about being asexual, no. I only wanted Ben as his authentic self. But it made things so much easier that this now proved that at least sometimes he’d be okay with contact like we’d had.
If I could have Ben—and that was still a question we hadn’t talked about which only made sense given the small amount of time we’d been reacquainted—I would take him in any way he would allow. Even if he couldn’t sleep next to me ever again, I’d still want him around. There was so much more to him than anything we could do togethe
