8 The New Neighbour (2/2)

”Oh, that's a relief.”

There was a brief moment of quietness.

We exchanged a series of glances.

”Remember when I moved in next to your parents' house?” Nathan grinned.

”You were the new neighbor,” I reminisced.

”I thought you were so cute, so I tried to make a move on you.”

”I remember,”

”And then that one night when we had that sleepover,”

”Let's not talk about that…”

”Why not, man? We've been avoiding this topic for ages now, haven't we?”

”I just don't feel comfortable talking about it, you know me.”

”We are literally BFFs, Ped. Why can't we talk about this? There's nothing to be ashamed of. We were young and experimented with each other, that's all.”

I became silent.

Turning my head to face Nathan, I blurted, ”To me, that wasn't just experimenting. I had feelings for you back then, Nathan. Maybe I still do, I don't know. But let's just halt this conversation where it is, alright? I'm… confused.”

Nathan had a low-spirited expression. He held both my shoulders, and leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.

”That's how I feel about you, Ped.”

Without any exchange of words, he sat on my lap and we locked our lips together again, inciting a more passionate kiss with tongue.