Banjo stared. “I thought I’d blown it with both of you. I didn’t even mean to come here. I just got on my bike and rode.” Rafe fisted his fingers in Banjo’s shirt and shook him roughly. “You fuckhead. I was mad. That doesn’t mean we’re finished.” He dropped to his knees in front of Banjo and cradled his face, pulling it toward him. They only hesitated for the briefest of moments before Rafe finished what he’d started. A lump rose in my throat at their kiss. It was softer and sweeter than the last time I’d seen this happen. They held each other tight, fingers punishing in their grip on each
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