Will’s gaze flickers frantically, like he’s searching for a way out. His eyes linger on Mike’s, then drop lower again, and then it looks like he’s giving in. Or giving up. “If you still want to, you can.”
Mike stares at him. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
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