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Imagine having to decide who’s the better kisser - Ian or Ty

In the middle of a love triangle was the last place you'd expected to find yourself. "What did you just say?" you ask incredulously, unsure if Ian was serious about what he had just proposed. "You have to pick the best kisser - me or Ty," Ian repeats. He doesn't look the slightest bit phased by his proposition. "No way," you reply. "I couldn't do that." "Why?" Ty questions. "I'm not about to kiss both of you for a competition," you reply, feeling as if the answer should have been obvious. "Please" Ian whines. He frowns as he stares at you, his eyes growing wide and pleading. Groaning, you give in. "Fine, but two conditions. One, this isn't a make-out session, and two, you can't get offended if I feel the need to wash my mouth with heavy-duty soap after this ordeal." "Deal," Ty says. "You can even use bleach if you wanted." "I don't want to die," you reply. "Which loser's going first?" Ian smiles and moves so that he's sitting next to you on the couch, his body tilted towards yours. He closes his eyes and moves in, pressing a kiss against your lips that is much softer, gentler, and needier than you had expected. He leans back, looks you in the eyes and smiles before relinquishing his spot to Ty.

Ty sits down next, positioning his body much closer to you than Ian had. He cups your face in his two big palms, stroking your cheekbone for a quick moment before leaning in and kissing you roughly and passionately, sending a shiver down your spine at how good it felt.

Finally, Ty moves away and Ian asks the big question. “Who was better, Y/N?”

You think for a long, long moment before responding.

“Well . . .”

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