everett
he wants to throw his apron off, hurl the cup across the room, slam aidan into the ground like he did on the football field so long ago.
he wants to clutch aidan's hands so tightly, to feel the unfamiliar warmth and comfort.
he wants to kiss aidan until he can't breathe.
"well?" the other boy casually leans against the counter, somehow managing to be calm. "where's my coffee?"
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.