Aaron and Ken: Chapter 1 (continued).

Ken’s expressive eyes widened in surprise. In the back of his mind he always had an inkling that Aaron had feelings for him, but he wrote those off as products of his cobweb-filled imagination. The inklings and thoughts that Aaron might have had deeper than friendship feelings were pushed down into the deepest part of his soul.  He had never had the time to deal with them, and frankly, the stresses of life conspired to put this particular issue on the back burner of life. Apparently that burner had been smouldering for a while now, and turned into a full conflagration of lust and hormones. Someone said that when people made plans, God laughed. God must be laughing up a storm right about now. Ken thought to himself…”my life is too complicated right now for this!!! I’ve already got enough on my plate! I need to put a stop to it all…”

I  don’t think of myself as a particularly good kisser, but I do have one major advantage when it comes to the art of locking lips. I view it as a highly intimate act and my lingering kiss reflected that. All my hopes, fears, lust, love, passion–every tender emotion I felt toward Ken was transmitted to him through his lips. It was a conduit connecting my heart to Ken’s soul…and the feelings moving through my lips were powerful and unstoppable. I’m telling you, this was no superficial kiss given by those who kiss for kissing’s sake. It was MY declaration of love which powerfully whispered to Ken, “I care for you more than you can possibly know, and more than I can put into words. But I can put it into a kiss.”