“I’ve been reading all your manga, you know,” Creed says, trailing his lazy fingers down the row of spines on my bookshelf. “And I swear, your favorite character archetypes show a strong resemblance to me and Tristan.” “Did you think I was joking when I said I wanted to see you get topped by him?” I ask, and Creed scowls at me. “Never. If anything, it’d be me fucking him.” I lean back on the bedspread, and Creed comes over to lay beside me, an angel with white-blond hair and the palest eyes. “I’d be okay with that, too. Only, I want to watch. Does that make me a perv?” “Only in certain
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