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Looking at himself in the mirror, Evan frowned and fixed his skirt. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but he'd been wanting to try it for a while; he also wanted to know what Jonathan would think about it.

"Hey, Ev, I'm— Wow."

Evan looked up in the mirror and saw Jonathan standing in his bedroom doorway. They made eye contact and it caused Evan to focus on the skirt again.

Jonathan strided towards the Asian and wrapped his arms around the front of his waist.

"What's this?" he asked the flustered male.

"I-It's just something... I-I wanted to try it— Um, I mean, is it weird?"

"Weird? Babe, you look a million times hotter. I could just eat you up~"

As if he wasn't already nervous and embarrassed, Evan was now on the verge of a heart attack.

"O-Oh," he squeaked out.

"Hmm..."

Jonathan's hands slowly slid down, going lower and lower, until they stopped at Evan's thighs. The two maintained their gaze in the mirror the entire time.

However, rather than go any further, the American simply kissed one of Evan's thighs and then stood back up. He gave his butt a small smack before heading back to the door.

"Despite how tasty you look," he smirked, "I'm going to go get actual food. I'll be back."

Once he was gone, Evan crumpled down to the floor. He covered his face with his hands and felt how hot his cheeks were.

Darn you, Jonathan. Why do you always do this to me?

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