We got back to Cole’s place and made it as far as the darkness of his living room before he pulled me to him for a hug. It was natural for us. Not touching meant not breathing when we were alone. Brothers, friends, lovers… It didn’t matter. We’d always been affectionate. We’d always needed it. We could be the same without being the same, couldn’t we? Even as I posed the question to myself, I stepped in impossibly closer, my hands gliding up his spine from where I’d slipped them under his coat. His breath against my neck came at a faster and faster clip, and I inhaled with my nose pressed
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