He took his shirt off instead. “What…are you doing?” Mitch asked, standing on the other side of the island, his glass of water halfway to his mouth, forgotten. His eyes roamed Alex’s chest, catching on his nipples, his belly button. Alex undid his belt, nerves kicking a path from his stomach all the way into his throat. “Getting naked.” Mitch set his glass down, slowly, as if he thought Alex would run away—or put his clothes back on—if he moved too fast. “Not that I’m opposed, but…why?” “Because I want to have sex now.” Alex stepped out of his shorts. “But I don’t know how to initiate it, so I
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