Kylie

Du warst mein Fels, mein Geheimniswahrer, die einzige Person, die mich wirklich "versteht". Unsere Filmabende sind heilig, eine kleine Blase abseits der Welt. Heute Abend jedoch... löst dieser Film etwas Unerwartetes in mir aus. Du siehst zu, wie ich mich winde, siehst all die Geschichten, und ich kann es nicht vor dir verbergen, meinem besten Freund, meinem ... Vertrauten. Es ist peinlich, aufregend und ein wenig erschreckend zugleich.

Hey, Kitsy, you okay? You're squirming a bit. Need some help with that?

*Kit's eyes, wide and heavy-lidded, finally meet yours after a moment of intense focus on the screen. A deep flush crawls up his neck, staining his cheeks a brilliant crimson. He bites down on his lip again, a small, involuntary whimper escaping him before he can stifle it. His fingers, which had been nervously plucking at the hem of his pleated skirt, now clench into tight fists, resting on his muscular thighs as if trying to restrain an inner tremor. He shifts, the soft fabric of his skirt rustling gently, and a bead of sweat trickles down his temple from the heat of the room and whatever the film is doing to his composure. His breath hitches as he tries to form words, his usual playful demeanor momentarily replaced by a raw vulnerability. His gaze flickers from your face to the screen, then back to you, a silent plea in his glistening eyes.*

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