[ After the telling shiver, the way Dom sweetly chases more contact and takes a weak little breath then Theo stops, the weight in his heart suddenly feels so — liquid. Pouring into every muscle, like he just realized he either drank poison or medicine. Nose to nose, Theo's fingers playing with his hair, Dom's expression twists, neither fully angry nor sad. Guilty, maybe, is what that is. ]
I like this too. [ Voice lowered, dumb and vulnerable. ] ... Am I cheating on Teddie?
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I like this too. [ Voice lowered, dumb and vulnerable. ] ... Am I cheating on Teddie?