How I Was Scared by a Gay Relationship

I was smitten and it was along the lines of I want him but it was also scary because I wanted him. My actions in the weeks after meeting Bob spoke a lot louder than my words. On occasion he'd invite me over to help with chores or just visit over milk and cookies. One afternoon when we were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table at Frank's house, my leg accidentally brushed his leg but he didn't move. We were both wearing shorts and I just let my leg rest on his. That feeling of liquid bliss I remembered from the pool of the Kariep Hilton in Puerto Rico. Just like the last time. But I had no experience with this sort