PUCKING MY ROOMMATE
Liam growled.
Liam’s chest heaved. They were too close now, barely inches apart, both breathing hard from anger, alcohol and adrenaline. Raphael’s body heat radiated against him. His dark eyes bored into Liam’s, intense and unreadable. The air felt thick, charged with something ugly and electric.
"You know exactly what I mean by that pretty boy. Stop deluding yourself, thinking you're fucking straight."
Liam’s fists clenched at his sides. His heart slammed against his ribs as he shook his head furiously, denying with all the strength he could muster. He opened his mouth to snarl a reply, but Raphael shifted even closer, their faces now dangerously close, their noses touching.
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