A
few weeks later, John and I met again where I first told him that I
loved him. We were not sure what to do now. Do we give in, risking
an eventual long term being miserable, or do we remain as we were,
risking life and limb?
I
know what I wanted to do, and I’m sure John did as well. The bond
was getting deeper and deeper. So much so, that I sometimes thought
I could feel his emotions when we were in our own rooms.
I
was having a hard time sleeping too. He had told me of the same
problems. It was such that when I fell asleep, I was jerked back
awake almost immediately. I was now getting very little sleep at all, and I
wasn’t sure I would be able to keep going like this. I
don’t know how, but I knew
if we had sex, I would no longer have this problem.
I
told John of it, and waited. I had no idea what he would
do, but I didn’t expect his response. He leaned over and kissed
me.
I
know the nanites beheading their host is strange, but then again, my
muse appears to have an much odder imagination than I have.
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