THE RIGHT SORT OF DEVOTION.《KYLIAN'S POV》

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Alec tasted like lemon and sugar. That was expected since had snatched him right out of the cafeteria after brunch. It had felt like I had not seen him in ages. I didn't want to think that he was avoiding me for some reason but after seeing at the cafeteria, I just had to get alone time with him. So here I was, kissing the boy I was beginning to develop these strong feelings for, for all the breath I was taking in the back room of the auditorium. He chuckled as I bit his lip, his hand had somehow gotten itself inside my pants, my boxers pushed down for his access to fondle every bit of my c**k. "What? What's funny?" "You." I pulled an inch away and raised a brow. His face was flushed and he was almost as breathless as I was. I have seen Alec at his most breathtaking but this... this

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