As Bryce drunkenly kissed Sam in the changeroom, a rush of thoughts came to mind. He had been waiting all year to do that. The beer had done what he hadn't the courage to do. He hadn't asked Sam... but Sam hadn't said no either, and they were still kissing. Bryce was panicking.
Holy fuck... how long was it going to last for?
And then he felt Sam's hand on his waistline. "Go ahead. Take a picture. It'll be our secret."
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