There’s no excuse for what I do next. No chance of forgiveness now. His chest is hard and slick and so, so hot as I press my hands and push. I hardly put any force into it, but it catches him off guard enough that he stumbles back a step. His fingers all but rip away from my arm with my sudden movement, flexing mid-air as if not immediately understanding what happened. As if reaching for something to hold on to. Those big, dark eyes flash up at me with visible hurt, and it’s like I’m eleven years old again. Staring down into the wounded face of my best friend, as he laid sprawled out on the
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