aidan
he's been dating quentin for a month now, and he smiles so much that everybody he knows probably thinks he needs to be checked into a mental asylum.
"hi," quentin whispers, flipping him over on the unfamiliar sheets of his bedroom, which is very much unlike aidan's, with posters of bands and a more pastel wall color; apricot. there are so many personal touches...
"hi," aidan whispers back, leaning up to catch his lips.
quentin gives in for a few seconds, but drags his mouth away. "are you sure about this?"
"yes," aidan replies, and pulls him closer.
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the progress project [3]
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