They were a friend of a friend.

Non-binary, but self-possessed in masculine presentation.

I envied their pronouns. I wanted the confidence they projected.

We were snug in the pink chair. I was new to weed.

I didn't feel anything when they caressed my thigh.

They were kind when I said no.

With the lights out, the world at last seemed poised to wane.

We stayed cuddled in the chair.

It felt possible, if I curled just right against their skin, I might steal their confidence for myself.

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