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Felix places his hand gently on Chris’ bicep. His touch scalds, red-hot and soft-fingered, just like it used to.
It’s been two years. Chris feels a little nauseated.
There was never anyone else.
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Felix has an unreadable look in his eyes. “Innocent touches, knowing looks, hushed whispers. It was all part of the game.”
If it was all a game, Chan doesn’t remember playing. “Who won?”
“Won what?”
“The game. Was there a winner?”
Felix pulls to a stop once they round a corner onto a side street. The tips of his fingers are pale where they squeeze his cup, the rest of his hands pink from the cold. He’s so lovely, standing there. Even as he stares at Chan, something stirred and unearthed between them, something neither of them have the guts to poke at, he’s the most beautiful person Chan has ever seen.
“I certainly never felt like one.”
“Yeah,” Chan nods. “Me neither.”
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or, some things in life are simply inevitable.
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Felix is stressed. Chan lends a hand.