Chapter 13

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Ryland's POV

I woke up to the smell of cologne. Its an intoxicating sent. I was laying facing the wall just about to turn over when a oddly familiar pair of lips latched to my neck. I was enjoying it but then... if I walk down there with a hicky I'd be dead. Sure I'm gay with my brother but its the idea of the thing, y'know? Like my moms still mad about what we've both done. We were raised way better than we're acting.

"Stop." I said covering a moan. "Com'on I know you don't want me to." he rugged voice scrachy from being a sleep. It felt like...super good. His lip ring being ice cold and his lips being nice and warm didn't help whatsoever. "Ross." I said. "Yes?" he asked in an ever so innocent whisper. "St-you have stop." I said. I kept my eyes closed. "Fine. But you an I both know we'll end up right where we started." he said. "And where might that be?" I asked. I felt his breath on my ear. "In love." he whispered. Then vanished.

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