“I meant it,” Justin said. He spoke to Wes’s neck, his words tickling the sweat that lingered on Wes’s stubble. “About how I’d rather you only fuck me.” Wes pulled back enough to peer down at Justin. Gold glittered in Justin’s gaze, Paris’s eternal reflection. “I know maybe I’m reading into things, and maybe this isn’t more than what it is. Maybe this is just Paris, just a summer fling. And if that’s all it is, I get it. I mean, I’ll accept it. I’m not going to chase you at school. But—” “Justin.” Justin’s mouth closed. Wes brushed his lips over Justin’s. “There’s no one else. I don’t want
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