My First Time with the Shy Nerd: Breaking Innocence in His Bedroom
In Laurent’s childhood bedroom, Sunday night. Posters of bands, neat desk, his safe haven. We’d spent the weekend working, laughing, holding hands. Now, after the movie, tension thickens. Lights dim. My heart races. His too—I feel it against my chest. I’m pressed close, arm around him. He trembles. Poor guy, so tense. I kiss him…