Forest

Matt didn’t know when he began to love Rami. One day she was all elbows and knees, the awkward nuisance he and Parm tried to exclude in their adventures, the next her flowing hips and ripe breasts made her someone he tried to find reasons to seek out. Overnight it seemed she went from being tolerated to being lusted after. The best part of this transition was her feeling for Matt never changed. Her childhood crush blossomed into a woman’s love.

For Matt, being loved was almost as wonderful as loving. Knowing that you were the most special person in the world to another was empowering. It made him better, stronger, smarter more than he ever thought he could be. 

Everything was brighter and better when she was in his presence. He felt conspicuously happy like a universal truth had been revealed to him. He bubbled with joy, his face aching from a continuous smile.

To see her was to want to touch her. To touch her was to want to possess her, right then, right there. He wanted to know her body more intimately than she knew it herself, than anyone else would ever know it. This was their benchmark relationship from which all others would be judged and found lacking.