Having you one night was the greatest mistake I did, but losing you once is the worst decision I made. - Pete

[BxB] [spicy] [indianmc] "Kiss me properly," he demands. "I don't want to!" I snap, "I want to touch your hair!" I really did like his gold hair. Maybe I was in love with his conditioner. Was there a sexuality for that? He just looks confused. "Oh...okay." He tilts his head down for me. I touch it again, then let go and look away. "What?" he says. I'm not sure what to say to him, except that I want to exchange saliva with him again, but I don't want to ask for it since he looks amused and like he'll make fun of me. "Want to touch my arms again too?" he offers. "You're stupid. That's stupid. No I don't." Yes I do. ~~~ Indra never asked for a stepdad, much less a churchgoing one. But now he's stuck spending every Sunday pretending to enjoy it while his mom smiles politely and Patrick tries to get the new pastor to join their fantasy football league. Enter: Jaron Ashcomb - the pastor's son. Golden-haired, polite, painfully perfect. The kind of guy who makes friends instantly and doesn't laugh when Indra says "Asscomb" out loud. Indra's just trying to survive awkward mingling, dodge emotional vulnerability, and maybe finish a decent drawing without someone confiscating his pen. Too bad Jaron smells like expensive soap and looks like the sketchbook crush Indra definitely isn't allowed to have. Updates every Friday at 8 PM PDT :)