Michael shifts a little, still thinking about the drive-in and how Alex had dropped onto the back of his truck, how Michael had thought maybe they could go for a drive after and make out, again, until it went wrong. The summer when they were seventeen, his hand had been a mess, and this time...
He cups Alex's neck, scissoring their legs together to get cozy and comfortable, not wanting him to go too far at all. "I was destroying my own life," he confesses. "I just wanted to push you away too, for a clean sweep, and I hate that it worked."
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Date: 2020-06-15 01:29 pm (UTC)He cups Alex's neck, scissoring their legs together to get cozy and comfortable, not wanting him to go too far at all. "I was destroying my own life," he confesses. "I just wanted to push you away too, for a clean sweep, and I hate that it worked."