Roman: That Smell

It's what I look forward to, every night. That faint smell of cologne and leather would dance around my nose, almost arousing an inner desire. But I hold myself back, I don't want to scare Ross away. Im too young for him too.
But damn, if only one kiss. I could resolve my feelings, think realistically.

If only I could embrace his washboard body with innocent arms and a smile.
I hate dreaming like this, it makes me wish like the adolescent teen I am.
My dad would die if he knew I was in love, in danger of heartbreak.