"You used to hate it when you had to tell me shit like that," Tom said, giving Mike a slanted, tight grin.
Tom curled his fingers around Mike's wrists and leaned their foreheads together, matching breaths for a few restless moments in the middle of the night. Here, together, incomplete but doing all that they could.
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Tom curled his fingers around Mike's wrists and leaned their foreheads together, matching breaths for a few restless moments in the middle of the night. Here, together, incomplete but doing all that they could.
"Come on..."