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"Stop."
No matter how amazing, how intoxicating kissing Juza is, Omi listens.
"Sorry, Juza," Omi says, taking a step backward with a hesitant smile. "But that's good. Always tell me if you don't want to do anything just like that, okay?"
Juza shakes his head, a hand shooting out to grab Omi's wrist. "No!"
At Omi's furrowed brows, Juza says, "No, 's not that I don't wanna, Omi-san. It's just that..."
He clears his throat and turns his head, but Omi can see his reddening ear. "If we continue, I'd wanna go all the way, 'n we got rehearsals tomorrow..."