We just sit in the restaurant and gaze into each other's eyes.
Now that we can think clearly, we try to control the public displays of affection because usually they are frowned upon, especially by two guys.
But I need to touch him. I need to make sure that all of this is real. For that reason, I try to finish my coffee as soon as possible so that we can leave the restaurant and maybe find a quiet little place for just the two of us.
We talk like two people getting to know each other, but we don't mention the steaming kiss we shared.
I worry that maybe it didn't mean to him as much as it meant to me. Nevertheless, I am enjoying myself. It's liberating to speak to someone and for that person to care about what I have to say.
I love the way his eyebrows lift up in surprise when I say something he doesn't expect. Also, I adore the way he laughs at my stupid jokes. It's not the usual fake laughter that I get but an honest belly laugh.
Finally, we finish our coffees and pay the bill. As we head outside, I have no idea where we are going. However, as long as I am with him, I don't actually care.
As we pass by an alley that seems empty, Mark pulls me into it, and before I have the time to ask where we are going, he is kissing me. Well, I guess he was as into the kiss as much as I was.
I am kissing him back with all I have because I can't resist those plump lips of his.
Our breaths are like one, and I am losing my ability to think. Mark's hands are around my neck, and my hands are on his hips as I overheat although the weather is cold.
As he breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck, I realize where we are and what we are doing.
I want to kiss his mouth passionately, and with no reserves, I want to cover his neck in kisses, but this is not the way I want us to be.
I don't want us to be the two guys in a dark alley, and I start to pull back.
He feels it immediately and pulls back in the same instant he feels my hesitation.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he says with a sheepish smile.
"It's okay. The kissing itself is not a problem, trust me. I enjoy kissing you. It's just not very romantic....eh ...I mean comfortable. Yeah, comfortable, that is what I meant," I say, blushing profusely.
"I understand what you mean. Come on, let's go. Can I walk you home?" He asks with a cute little smile.
"Yes, of course," I answer without hesitation.
As we reach my house, he pulls me in for a short but passionate kiss, and I can barely stand upright since my legs turn into jelly.
"Tomorrow, date at my house? I can cook us dinner, and then we can talk," he says with a wink.
"What do you think?" He adds.
"Yes, I would love that," is all that I can say as we say goodbye.
That was when Nick woke up with his heart beating faster from the joy he experienced in his sleep. Chatting with Mark in his dream reminded him of talking with Mia. It was so open and honest.
The feeling of being appreciated was the same, and he couldn't help but wonder why that was. Maybe it was some kind of dream symbolism.
But what kind of dream symbolism would present Mia as a handsome African-American guy?
He had never heard of anyone having such weird dreams, and he didn't know what to think
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His emotions for the guy of his dreams and Mia were strikingly similar that it left him even more confused. The same questions kept spinning through his head.
"Am I bi or something like that? It doesn't feel like I like guys or girls, for that matter. I just like Mark and Mia in the same way. What does that make me?" Nick thought.
He racked his brains to figure it out but couldn't.
The answer seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't remember it. Finally, he gave up and got ready for the day ahead. Before leaving the house, he couldn't help but chat a bit with Mia. He even told her that he had a strange dream but didn't go into details. From what he could tell, Mia was big into dream interpretation and all the things other people would consider supernatural.
It was hard to figure out what Mia was to him. It was because he had many puzzle pieces that didn't fit in.
There were these strange but enjoyable dreams. There was also the fact that Nick believed that he communicated with his soulmate telepathically, and then there was Mia.
He couldn't figure out if those things were connected and, if so, in what way.
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