Anthony, who was wearing his signature beanie and a gray Henley with black sweats, walked over to me, his arms full with a cardboard box. He stepped closer to me and swiftly leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. It was a featherlight touch and so very brief, but it sent a wave down my spine. It was affectionate but didn’t feel friendly. Didn’t he see me making out with his brother just now? It appeared that William was shocked by his brother’s behavior, too. I knew that Anthony struggled with physical intimacy. Was this just a peck on the cheek, or did this mean something more? If I had to
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