Mael was a pretty thing I didn’t think I’d ever get bored of though. Which was stupid because we barely knew each other. Before I kissed him—before he asked me to kiss him—we’d only spent a few days together, the rest of the time mostly texting, but we were just working a job. A job. That’s what this was, and mixing that with attraction could lead to dangerous paths. But he was sweet, with that small smile of his—like he didn’t think he was allowed to smile any bigger—and the quiet way he spoke about the things he held interest in—not a shy kind of quiet, but a passionate one. Like he didn’t
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