He was alone in his room, his mind racing with thoughts of her. His crush had always been at the forefront of his thoughts, but tonight was different. As he lay in bed, he couldn't shake the feeling of longing that filled his heart. He had a hard on and wanted her so badly it hurt.
As his fingers trailed over his body, he closed his eyes and imagined that it was her touch he felt. His hand moved over his chest, his stomach, and finally to his groin. His breath hitched as he imagined her hand there instead of his own.
His movements grew more urgent, and he began to whisper her name, the sound escaping his lips like a prayer. As he grew closer to climax, his mind filled with images of her face, her body, her everything.
But as he came back down to reality, he was hit with a sudden sense of sadness. The woman he longed for was not there with him, and he was left alone, his longing only growing stronger. As he lay there, looking at the ceiling till he closed his eyes.
But despite the heartache, he knew that his feelings for her would never fade. And in that moment, he vowed to himself that he would find a way to make his dreams of being with her a reality. No matter what it took.