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"Indeed it did, but—"

"The parks about to close."

"Then, we should get going—"

"Not unless you want to abandon the idea of truly crossing this one off of your list."

"But you know that I can't because of—"

"With the dark of night fast approaching, almost everyone is either already gone, or just about to leave—which means that nobody will be able to see you at all."

"Us," he says, leaving me a bit confused for a moment until he bears a devilish smirk of his own. Although I already know where he's going with this, he clarifies, "'able to see' us. Full stop. I won't do it, unless, of course, you join me."

"I should've seen that one coming," I whine, sighing against his chest while I'm still wrapped within his arms. I hesitate, I don't know why I feel so nervously hesitant to join him, hesitant to see him with nothing on, and hesitant to let him see me in that same state. Clearly, we both seem to be very much attracted to one another, yet I'm still hesitant and I don't understand why. Perhaps it's because it's all so new to me. Perhaps it's because I'm new to the idea of finally being able to pursue someone that I'm interested in—new to the idea of pursuing another male—new to the idea that it feels right to finally be myself. But, perhaps it's because I'm afraid—the fear that I might mess this up—mess up the first chance that I've ever had with the first person that I've had real feelings for—afraid that I'll be rejected and discarded—afraid that I'll lose a meaningful friendship in the futile, selfish attempt to turn it into something more. Most of all, I'm afraid that, in the end, I will always deserve to be alone and abandoned.

"You seem rather uncomfortable with the idea. I won't push you into it." He massages the rigid, stiffness in my shoulders with his magically soothing hands. I bite down on my bottom lip, refusing to groan from the pleasure working itself into me. As the kneading hits just the right spots, he stops, abruptly. Patting my back as he stands up, he leaves me to the cold chill, feeling nearly naked without the comfort of his warmth. "I'll let it alone. It's been a good night. We'd hardly need anything more."

"Wait," I say just catching him as he begins to turn away. The darkness now in full swing, I can hardly see his expression as he returns to face me, but I think that he is perhaps trying to hide a bit of a devilish little grin as if he might already know where I'm going with this. If he does know, I don't keep him waiting for very long, before I confirm his probable suspicion. In a low and nervously hesitant voice, I add, "on one condition."

"Which would be?" he asks, rather quickly. I smirk slightly, but I still can't shake my hesitant nerves, especially with what I have to say, because I don't want him to judge me.

"I don't want you to think that I'm weird, but I think it's the only way that I'd follow through with it."

"I'll do anything you need me to do to make this a comfortable experience for you," he says. The warmth of blood rushes into my cheeks and kisses the cold gust blowing by as I start to think about how many other ways I can interpret that. Perhaps as if he's sensing my potentially dirty thoughts, he quickly adds, "within good reason, that is. And I promise that I won't think you weird for whatever you wish to say or want to do—I've never once thought you weird."

"All right. Well, you can't..." I pause with aching embarrassment.

"Go on," he urges me to continue.

"Look," I say, finally managing to spit it out. I turn away, embarrassed at myself. "You can't look."

"Perfectly reasonable. I accept your condition."