Chapter 6Visho
Nice was so pale, he looked like he was about to faint.
Otherwise he looked great: cute, nice hair, tastefully flattering outfit. But, you know, at death’s door. Much too tragic-heroine.
Visho pinched his cheek.
Nice startled and stared at him.
“You’re too pale,” Visho explained, pinching the other cheek.
Nice glared at him.
“Just helping you look your best.”
“You—”
Visho kissed him.
He hadn’t meant to, but he owned it, sucking Nice’s tongue until Nice shoved him away, red-faced and panting.
“What the hell?”
Visho smirked. “Just curing your jaundice.”
Nice put his hands to his pink cheeks. “Jerk.”
“Hey, I’m your date. I can’t have you making me look bad.”
“Jerk,” Nice said again, but there was no force behind it, and his complexion was returning to normal.
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