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Brian

Mine and Aaron's love language was physical touch. Some parts of our bodies were always touching. With spending all of my time locked up in the room, he spent it with me.

I had made his lap my home, my new favorite place to sit. Our hands were always intertwined. Our touches were as innocent as knees touching, shoulder touching, fingers raking through hair and as dangerous as thigh riding, thigh groping and sitting dangerously close to his member.

We were attached to each other as true mates were, spending no less than five hours away from each other. It was safe to say that we were smitten and head over heels in love with each. 

The attachment we felt towards the other grew each passing day, roping us in until all we could think about was him, him and him. 

Even so, even with the love and attachment I felt towards Aaron, Greg was still a prominent factor in my life. One that wasn't divisible by zero. Amidst everything with Aaron, G