Maybe Just The Touch Of A Hand

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IAN POV

Candles ✅
Stereo connected to iPhone ✅
Romantic music shuffle ready ✅
Dimmed lights ✅
Tux ✅ (it's better to be too fancy than not fancy enough)
Anthony ❌

Where is that boy? He should be home soon...
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ANTHONY POV

Finally, I'm home. I can't wait to talk to Ian about our dance today. Where is my key.....oh there it is! Time to go inside and see the most attractive guy in California.

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IAN POV

Surprised.

That's how Anthony's face is when he walks through the door. I walk up and greet the awe struck man.

"I know you're wondering how I felt about the dance. I know you felt good about it, the way you were looking into my eyes kind of gave it away. Anthony...I think I love you. I'm hoping you feel the same.."

Suddenly, I couldn't talk anymore. Anthony had leaned forward and kissed me. On the lips. I was a bit sad when he pulled away, but it looks like he has something to say.

Anthony grabs my hands and looks into my eyes with a soft smile on his face.

"Your face is red, so I know you're being serious. Ian.. I love you too. I've loved you since 7th grade, damn it! Your beautiful blue eyes, your bubbly personality, what's not to love?"

"I'm glad you think that, because this would be pretty freaking awkward if you didn't."

Time to take that beautiful boy's breath away.

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