The Wrong Kind Of Right
“Dealer’s choice.”
Luca flipped to N*****x and began browsing.
“What’s your type?” he asked.
“In movies?”
“No, in men,” Luca deadpanned, and Asher burst into a short laugh.
“Smart ass. You pick.”
Luca hesitated. Then, with the smallest grin, he selected a film, something understated and soft.
A queer indie romance. Set in a sleepy town, with characters who looked nothing like them and yet said everything they never could out loud.
Halfway through, Luca reached for Asher’s hand. Their fingers twined. No words. No need for them.
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