“Any second now John was going to repulse David with his words and he’d be shoved away and yelled at to leave.
Except that he wasn’t pushed, but pulled forward.
Soft lips touched his own and John’s breath was sucked away as he dropped the knapsack and wrapped his arms around David, holding him close and drawing him in, kissing him back fervently and desperately, afraid that if he said or did anything to shatter the moment that everything would dissolve like a dream…”
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