It's been a while since I last worked on this story. My age is nearing the end of the calendar, and I feel like I'm losing time, but despite that, let me begin again.
One drunken night, Timothy stumbles into the wrong room, shedding both his clothes and his pride. Andrew’s startled cry shatters the silence, sending Timothy fleeing, bare and breathless. From awkward beginnings blooms an unexpected bond. Andrew’s heart stirs with longing, while Timothy drifts between friendship and something more, lost in unfamiliar feelings. Together, they wade through the tides of youth, caught between fear and the possibility of love.
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