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person as the bar right now, but he still couldnβt help but to look over at paxton, watching him like he was the most intriguing art in the gallery.
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charley was completely mesmerised and it was shown in the way he just could not take his eyes off him, chewing the inside of his cheek.
he took a deep breath, finally peeling his eyes away so he could server the βΊ
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It was art for Paxton, the easiest way he could express himself when sometimes talking didnβt come easy.
He was a natural extrovert and could easily befriend people but he hid behind a mask that made him so loveable. No one knew the real him, his past.
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they talked regularly, so the glances shouldnβt ring any alarm bells but for charley it was so much more.
he was so talented, and he couldnβt even view it sexually because all he saw was pure art. breathtaking.
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Hand sliding around the familiar cold metal pole, body relaxing like heβs finally at home. He feels the most himself when heβs on a stage, moving in ways a body shouldnβt. Most people canβt.
However he canβt stop his gaze from darting towards the bar, and specifically β