His glass eyes trailed from his bed sheets to the boy lying next to him. The boy whose chest was rising up and down gently, soft sounds escaping his chapped lips. The sheets reached just over his torso. The scar on his brow bone that Wyatt just wanted to press his lips to. And dark eyelashes shadowed his pale cheeks from the small ray of moonlight illuminating them. He bit his lip and shook his head. Jaeden looked ethereal. And he was asleep and Wyatt wasn't. And all the younger boy could think was how totally wrong it could be for a boy to look so beautiful. A boy. Gay. Running a shaky hand through his curls he squeezed his eyes shut. He hated it that stupid fucking voice telling him. Gay. He knows there is nothing wrong with that but did it really have to be his own best friend who made that voice echo. The boy who he has known since he was three. God. The space between them was little, but they weren't touching. Though the boy asleep was dreaming of kissing the one staring. They weren't touching. And probably never would.
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