He said it felt nice and he ran his hands up and down my leg. He moved over and put his head on my stomach and I stroked the short razored hairs on the back of his head, my nails scraping his scalp. I woke up in his bed with my phone buzzing against my back. He had stubble and wide shoulders and carried himself like someone who knew who he was. Plus, not to be one of those people, but he was very mature for his age, and so tall that my neck hurt from looking up at him. I thought about walking away because that’s too young for me, but I was back in my hometown of Leeds and I behave in ways I wouldn’t usually when I’m there. I said I was old enough to reply “Guess” to that question. We chatted for a while and then he asked me how old I was. I went over and said a casual, “Hey.” I liked that the music was loud enough that he had to lean really close to my ear to reply. He was leaning against the wall of the club and as soon as we looked at each other, I knew we were going home together.
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