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Looking into Akira’s eyes for a few seconds longer, Josh nodded his head yet again when he said that, and asked if he’d like anything.
“I’d love some tea.” Leaning down, Josh kissed Akira’s lips softly and brushed his hand along the back of his neck. “And remember, call me Josh.” he corrected before letting go and taking a step back so Akira could move. “I’ll be in my room when you return okay? And thank you.” Josh said, knowing he’d bring the dishes with him, and it was impossible for him to not express his appreciation whenever Akira did something for him.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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