Guilty Much

Hands? They were wiggling in an odd trembling rhythm, discouraging him to control their movement.

His heart was weakly palpitating in the core of his ears, making it hard for him to make out the many sounds that surrounded him. A spark of terror that was openly married to excitement clouded his mind, with a cunning intent to force his head to think of nothing else but a "sin" he committed last night.

Hardly avoiding sweat as it crept across his forehead and the nape of his neck, Travis began recalling last night — the very moment when he was calling David's name in a pitiful yet needy cry that got stuck in the cages of his heart. He recalled the simplified tingles of pure ecstasy as they washed themselves into his system.

How happy was he, you ask? His whole body was paralyzed by uncontrollable mirth, and he felt like dying this instant.

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A colourless blanket of abyssal darkness coloured the once bright sky — stars were flickering nonchalantly, causing a fabulous of imperfect h