My back was turned but I could feel their heat.
I was not blind to the tension in the lift.
I know Jim is involved with Gary.
I can smell the scent of arousal between them.
But, I am forever grateful to have him as a friend.
That is all I could ever be.
There are the days though, that his eyes gaze upon my form and I relish the looks he sends my way.
And I in turn, return the sentiment in an expressive smile, a touch that last seconds, very rare, but only for him, always for him.
How lucky they are to have found each other, and unfortunate for me, that I was too late.