"I'm not fucking in love-!" Nix cut himself off with a frustrated growl and ducked to kiss him again, this one more intrusive, with more intent.He didn't argue this time. He didn't tell him that Nix just wished he was Dick, and that he was working something out. Hell, no, he was too drunk for that, the kiss stirring something he didn't know was ( Read more... )

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