Starbucks Boy

And I can feel your heart pounding, my skin against yours. You’re a shadow staring down at me, through the darkness of the night, your hand brushing my hair from my face. You’re staring into my eyes, and I can feel it, I gaze back. And there we are, suspended in time, as the world ceases to spin for a moment. And I can feel your breath against my cheek. And your lips press against mine.
Nothing else exists, just me, and you, and passion.

…and Captain Steve. Banished to the closet.