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𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

He keeps thinking - overthinking, really - every time he’s idly waiting. At the coffee machine, or for the next load of laundry to finish, or while his dog circles the same tree for the third time, trying to pick a place to pee. Right now, it’s the dryer. He’s sitting in front of it, staring at his fingers. He drags his head back with a groan at the memory of those same fingers leaving marks in their wake. His lips, too. That sweet spot on Ben’s neck, his collarbone, his hips. Practically everywhere on him.

The memory is still alive to raise goosebumps on his skin in a matter of seconds. Then again, it is still alive to make him cringe at everything that happened after.

The awkwardness. Ben’s aversion to his touch. The small smiles out of politeness. The pity in his eyes. That soft, ordinary kindness he’d offer just anyone. Or so Lucas tells himself. Because why else wouldn’t Ben look him in the eye, kiss him back like he did once?

He doesn’t know what he did wrong to go back to the friendzone. Apparently, one of the worst places to be when he’s stuck on the idea of being lovers. He only knows he needs Gio to tell him it’s okay, that there’s no rule about everyone liking everyone back.

The problem is she’s not here, and he wished more than anything that Ben liked him back.