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It was intoxicating. Porn As I was checking out, I noticed Dom sliding a small package off the shelf and into his pocket, but I couldn’t quite make out exactly what it was. My phone dinged, breaking the trance-like state that my hormones had forced me into. Not until last summer had we ever acted on it, but shortly after we secretly swore to never let it happen again. It was never “wyd” or anything carrying that sort of connotation, although the frequency of his late-night text to me increased dramatically after he learned I wasn’t, strictly speaking, ‘straight.’
I tapped mindlessly through Snapchat, seeing our brothers’ stories posing next to the park entry sign—they had already arrived, and we had yet to even leave. But get in. We sat in silence for a while, before he squeezed my hand and thanked me for sharing, saying how incredible it made him feel that I would share something so personal with him.