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Kill it

I keep thinking those words to rowto kill

“Jimmy …” he whispers

I lift my face from his at last and stare down into his war from a deep, deep pool

Nothing passes between us for a while

Not even breath, or air, or sound

I don’t hear the TV I don’t hear the weird chatter through the wall froh the , or the distant police siren, or the hu across the room

Bobby’s face ison in his head, my one and only concern

And finally: “What was that?”

I lift an eyebrow “What hat?”

“That” Bobby’s gaze flits down to my lips, then back up to my eyes “What was that?”

I’m not sure what it was “A kiss,” I answer lamely “What do you think it was?”

He huffs, frustrated “Obviously Iso …” He says the words almost sweetly “… eird and coy and … and casual about this”

I drop onto the bed next to hi into thedeal? Can’t we just be a little spontaneous? Dude, I felt like you were sufferin’, I saw all that e like a“… wanted to take it all away”

Bobby, still on his back, snaps just his head o actin’ like that’s all that was just now ‘Taking away ht guys don’t just go kissin’ their best friends”

“Says who? Can’t a guy just do so deal?”

He lets out a choked laugh of disbelief He’s completely beside hi the shit outta o, and now you just went and … and … and …”

“Kissed you Yeah, I knoas there Tonight was supposed to be about gettin’ you a guy,” I point out to hiht “And I feel like I’ve let you down on that So … I guess I’ot a boner, by the way”

Bobby doesn’t seeive his attention to, confusion twisting his face, and then suddenly both his hands shoot down to cover the pointy bulge he’s ht white boxer briefs of his

He glares at me “Of course I’m hard You just made out with me”

“See? It’s already working You look like you feel superb right now And besides,” I quickly add as I watch his face grow redder, “that ay too short to be called makin’ out That was just a kiss or two A couple pecks, at the most”