[ oh, jun. the fuzz that rises in the boy’s chest is fluttering and sticky. ooey, gooey. everything about his face has gone green, and his hands, warm. it takes some bubbling courage to ask, but only because it encompasses everything he wants to say and do for the other boy. ]
Can I, [ his heartbeat quickens with a skip, and his gripping hands welcoming when he finishes asking, ] kiss you?
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Can I, [ his heartbeat quickens with a skip, and his gripping hands welcoming when he finishes asking, ] kiss you?