Wilson watched Brandon sleep.
The drug in Brandon’s drink might have made him confused. He might have had been talking nonsense.
It was also possible that he was dreaming about shooting stars and Superman. Enough with excuses. Drunken ramblings should never be disregarded as unimportant. All alcohol did was loosen thoughts. Thoughts that have been swept under the carpet for so long. It was undeniable that Brandon had some kind of feelings toward him. Infatuation.
Wilson clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the storm of contradictory emotions the idea caused.
Mumbling something in his sleep, Brandon moved and tucked his face against Wilson’s shoulder, slinging his leg over his thigh.
Wilson stared at his dark eyelashes and pink, parted lips.
I hated you so much, but now everything feels
