Although it had happened ten days ago, Wing could still feel the touch of Caioro’s lips on his own. To say he was panicking would be an understatement. Cairo had f*****g kissed him. Were his feelings reciprocated? What were the chances? Wing had been all alone when his mother died, and for the first time in his life, he held romantic feelings towards someone, and they wanted him to.
He was giddy and nervous, and the anxiety washed over him in waves, but most importantly, he was happy. He was truly happy.
He was with Thorne in his apartment, and his best friend was not impressed with his behaviour. “You’re acting like a love-struck teenager,” he snapped. The two were sitting on the couch, The Vampire Diaries in the background. Thorne hated this show but also adored it, and he had found it
