“I told you you’d enjoy it,” Roman said, and he was surprised by how normal his voice sounded. A storm of different emotions flickered through Luke’s expressive face. “If you can turn me on, it doesn’t mean I like you.” “I don’t need you to like me, love,” Roman said, getting out of bed and straightening his clothes. He leaned down to brush his lips against the boy’s well-used mouth, relishing the way Luke tensed and shivered. Roman bit Luke’s lip lightly. “Liking me isn’t a requirement. You can keep on hating me.” You’ll need me, anyway.
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