[ He looks at him, eyes on his, chest rising and falling and feeling that grip and everything it means. There's a lot of mess here, none of it easy to clear up. But it's important, all of it. He knows.
And maybe that's why he takes it upon him himself to lean in and initiate a kiss himself. Small, but there, lips to lips, nervous, but god full of every fucking messed up emotion he has. ]
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And maybe that's why he takes it upon him himself to lean in and initiate a kiss himself. Small, but there, lips to lips, nervous, but god full of every fucking messed up emotion he has. ]
I'm really glad you text me tonight.