The Enemy's kiss
he pointed out, voice smooth and deliberate.
Shaun cleared his throat, glaring anywhere but Nathan. “I don’t want to look at you. Don’t bother me,” he said firmly, trying to assert control.
Nathan, of course, ignored that completely. He moved closer, lowering himself to sit on the floor beside Shaun, whose attention was absorbed in reading comics. Nathan’s gaze locked on his, unwavering. “You remember, don’t you?” he murmured, leaning in slightly.
Shaun swallowed hard, tension coiling in his chest. “Fine,” he admitted. “I’m sorry. I was drunk, and I wanted to piss you off.”
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