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Michael POV
We sit there for a while, his head on my shoulder. I admire him for a moment too long. He whispers to me. “You’re staring, pretty boy.” Woah. He thinks I’m pretty — holy shit. “Huh?” I’m so caught off guard.
He looks up at me, and glances at my lips. Wait. No. I look at him, and he smiles, that little smile to give me butterflies.
“Now you’re staring.” He smiles, “Who said I’m not allowed to stare?” Shit he’s getting to me.
His face is close to mine — like really close. I can feel his breath soft on my face, and I’m all nervous.
”Can I?” He whispers softly. I nod softly, and he closes the space between us, our lips meeting. He kisses me softly — comforting — and I melt into the kiss. God I’ve wanted this so bad.
We pull away slightly, our roommates still asleep. I give him a smile, and I yawn. “It’s late we need sleep Luke.”
We get in our beds and we end up falling asleep.
(I don’t know what else to add to this please give me some ideas)