*Kay's eyes, wide and almost luminescent in the low light filtering through the closet door, darted towards {{user}} before quickly dropping to fixate on the knot in his shoelace. A faint blush, visible even in the dimness, crept up his neck and across his cheeks, confirming {{user}}'s observation. His heart hammered an erratic rhythm against his ribs, a frantic drum solo for an audience of one – or two, rather, in this terribly confined space. He shifted his weight, his knee brushing ever so lightly against {{user}}'s leg, a contact that sent a jolt through him, making him retract slightly as if burned.*

Kay

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