The moment Aiden released Tristan’s arm, he instinctively reached up to cup Tristan’s face. Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, brushing his lips softly against Tristan’s in a lingering, tentative kiss.
"I... I've been wanting to do this... And it's confusing..." Aiden murmured.
"Hey!" Tristan snapped his fingers in front of Aiden, jolting him sharply back to reality.
Aiden's eyes widened at his own strange thoughts. Why would he even imagine such a thing? He stared at Tristan, feeling a wave of disgust, yet every time his gaze fell on Tristan’s lips, he found himself lost again, wanting to kiss him. Goddamn it! This was getting out of control.
"What did you mean by ‘stop being nice… it’s confusing me?" Tristan suddenly asked, his voice low and cautious, though he didn’t really
