by Jottfauwe

„Sure. Why not?“
Thorstens voice was smooth and his dark brown eyes were filled up with trust and a deep feeling of something else that Jürgen couldn't quite explain yet.
He felt how his cheeks blushed and quickly looked away, still holding his phone with the onion on top in Thorstens direction. His arm was shaking slightly from excitement.
With a slow yet smooth motion Thorsten came closer towards him.
Jürgen couldn’t tear his eyes away from Thorsten’s, like his friend’s gaze was a drug he could not go without.
Thorsten held eye contact as he lowered his head and as he carefully touched the onion with his lips Jürgen couldn't help but exhaling loudly. This moment was beyond everything Jürgen had ever experienced. His eyes widened and he felt goosebumps all over his body.
Still looking him straight in the eye Thorsten grasped the freshly cut vegetable with his tongue, devouring it with just one bite.
Jürgen was impressed.
Only then he realized that each person in the bungalow was staring at him.
Jürgen shook his head as if he was trying to get rid of this wonderful feeling, Thorsten startet coughing and the moment was gone.
„Raw onion is actually quite disgusting“, Thorsten stated, stood up and went to the tap to get himself a glass of tap water.
Jürgen couldn't help staring at Thorsten the whole time, still cought in some kind of haze. He looked so perfect, standing there bent over the kitchen counter, refilling his glass.
Henry imediately sensed that something was different.
„Are you okay?“, she asked, slightly worried. He nodded emtpy-headedly.
„I need some fresh air“, Thorsten said, „Jürgen, do you want to keep me company?“

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