Wyatt’s apartment was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the hustle and bustle of the city. He was lounging on his couch, scrolling through his phone when he heard a knock on the door. He groaned, not expecting any visitors. But when he opened the door, he was surprised to find Benji standing there, a bottle of wine in one hand and a cheesy grin on his face.
“What’s this? A peace offering?” Wyatt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Benji laughed. “More like a ‘let’s get drunk and spill our guts’ offering.”
Wyatt stepped aside and let Benji in. He noticed how Benji’s eyes scanned his apartment, taking in every detail. “You look like you’re casing the place, not trying to get me drunk.”
Benji shrugged. “I’m just admiring your impeccable taste, city boy.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. He had worked hard to make his apartment feel like home, and it was nice to see that Benji appreciated it.
They settled in Wyatt’s living room, and Benji poured them each a glass of wine. The conversation flowed effortlessly, but Wyatt couldn’t shake off the feeling that Benji was trying to tell him something. Benji’s gaze lingered on Wyatt for a moment too long.
Benji brought up an old memory of them at a college party, and Wyatt felt a pang of nostalgia. He looked at Benji, who was staring back at him with an intensity that made Wyatt’s heart race.
“Do you remember that night, Wyatt?” Benji asked, his voice low.
Wyatt’s face flushed, and he looked away. “Which night are you talking about?”
Benji leaned in closer to Wyatt, his breath tickling his ear. “The night we almost kissed.”
Wyatt’s heart skipped a beat. He had never forgotten that night, the way Benji’s lips had been so close to his, the way he had felt alive and terrified all at once. But he had never brought it up, never dared to admit what he had felt.
Benji’s playful insults made Wyatt’s heart flutter. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards Benji, but he was too scared to admit it. He could feel the tension building between them, and he was not sure if he could resist much longer.
Benji looked at Wyatt, his eyes filled with desire. Wyatt could feel himself being drawn to him, and he leaned in closer. Just as their lips were about to touch, Wyatt pulled away. He was not ready to admit his feelings, and he was not sure if Benji felt the same way.
Benji looked disappointed but didn’t push the issue. Instead, he finished his wine and stood up to leave. Wyatt watched as Benji walked out of his apartment, feeling a sense of regret. He knew he had missed an opportunity, but he was not sure if he was ready to take the next step.
The next day, Wyatt received a text from Benji, inviting him over for dinner. Wyatt hesitated but eventually agreed. As he got ready for dinner, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. He knew that something was going to happen between him and Benji, and he was not sure if he was ready for it. But he was willing to find out.
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