come right up to him. “Silly grudge? That’s what you call it? Y’know what I’d like? To see the look on your face when you actually feel real emotions for a guy. To see your heart race. To see your eyes light up when you’re near him. To see you feel anything beyond just some pressure in your dick for a hot fuck. Something deeper and meaningful.” I give him a look. “Then to watch all of that shatter when your ‘knows-better big brother’ steals it away from you ‘for your own good’.”
