“You don’t like boys.” Thomas’s voice sounded stripped. “That’s not what I said.” Thomas turned in a jagged circle, hands in his hair again as he paced to the stairs and back. Andrew could almost feel the heat churning from Thomas’s spinning mind. “I like you,” Andrew said, his mouth dry. “But not … not how you need.” Thomas stopped sharply. “Wait, what are you assuming I need?” “Don’t pretend.” Andrew’s skin felt too tight. “You would want … you w-would want to sleep with me. Someday.” He couldn’t look at him. “Well, obviously? Andrew, you’re beautiful. Of course I … I told you. I am in ruins
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