[it's a nice, simple first kiss. Hard to fuck up, even for them. It's simple and kind of sweet and - he doesn't get embarrassed, hardly ever, but he can't quite ignore the tips of his ears burning. He's twenty-eight and yet somehow feels like he's seventeen, briefly, long enough for him to decide that - yeah, maybe this should have happened a long time ago, first, before it became - different.
Not a bad different. Just different]
You didn't. [he lets out a breath] Fuck it up, I mean. We did both of those things.
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Not a bad different. Just different]
You didn't. [he lets out a breath] Fuck it up, I mean. We did both of those things.