TONY’S POV( at the hockey house party)I don’t have to wait long. It’s always been this way, Lukas chasing after me. He’s right behind me, shutting the door.“Hi.” I say“Hi.” He replies, already stepping towards me, until my back meets the door. The room smells faintly of incense and sandalwood and cologne. Something like an altar stands near the window, with candles and feathers. The music downstairs hums through the floorboards covered with deep rugs, like a distant pulse, but up here—it’s just us. “ Nice hoodie” he smirks“You like?” I spin around quickly, heart thudding, showing him the number four across my back.“Hmm. But I’d really like to see what’s under.” He murmurs, his warm, greedy hands gliding over my skin. He lifts the hoodie, his eyes sweeping over the fading love marks on my body with open appreciation. “Get up here and kiss me.” I tell him. He does this—quickly, deeply, tenderly—leaving my brain scrambled. All I can do is cling to the sweet feel of it. “Yo
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