Wilmon, “I bet you 100 kronor this won’t work”
“I bet you 100 kronor this won’t work.” Wille, beaming at Simon from beneath his gray baseball cap and hoodie get-up, just raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Yeah? What do I get if we make it through Gamla stan without anyone noticing?" Wille's hand is soft and warm, and grabbing it makes Simon's heart skip a beat. He steps closer, tilting his head up, willing Wille to look at him as he hums as if deep in thought. "Let's see... how about my everlasting respect? And maybe another kiss." "Okay, deal," Wille replies, the grin spreading across his face too wide to be contained, not even by him rolling his bottom lip between his teeth in that adorable way that makes Simon want to reward him prematurely.
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