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“You’re doing it,” Will whispers.
Mike breathes, the sound barely coming out. “Doing what?”
“Looking at me,” Will replies. And now his eyes are dropping somewhere below Mike’s nose. “Like you’re gonna do something.”
Mike’s chest rises and falls in uneven, pathetic breaths. He wonders briefly if Will can hear his own pulse like Mike can hear his own. He shakes his head, forcing himself to speak. “Am not.”
“Uh-huh. Then why do your eyes keep landing on my mouth?”
Bookmarked by rayywritezz
24 Dec 2025

