Oliver was so relieved when Angie pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her back. "I've fallen in love with a boy who dreams about grinding on other boys... and girls..." he murmured, "what's there to talk about?"
He hesitated, "Does it mean anything, Angie? Does it mean anything that I had to work so hard just ot get him to touch me, to be with me... but in his dreams he had such an easy time touching other people?"