SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
My hands end up on Vanya’s hips because there’s nowhere else to put them, and Tony’s breath is warm behind my ear.
“This is what you get,” Vanya says, her voice thick with alcohol. “For being pretty.”
“I’m not pretty,” I mutter.
They both snort.
Tony spins me sloppily and ends up laughing against my neck again. “You’re so pretty it’s a crime.”
“Both of you, shut up.” I say, but I’m smiling.
Someone behind us cheers. Someone else yells that we should kiss. Neither of us does.
Tony throws his head back and laughs again, loud and bright, like the sadness from earlier never happened.