kit loved the way that they could talk about everything or talk about nothing, and either way it felt the same. just as good. comfortable and easy, soft and sweet. he loved the feeling of nate’s fingers carding through his hair, the sounds of a movie playing in the background, the comforting warmth of nate’s palm resting above his heartbeat as they sat together.

he shouldn’t.

nate’s disappointed voice rang through and kit almost startled as he felt arms wrap around him from behind. that dip in his stomach at nate’s words was normal, at least. the guy could say the most provocative things sometimes without realizing it. couple that with nate’s warmth bleeding into kit’s back, the security of the embrace, the comfort of it… and kit was a fucking goner. that was nothing new.

only kit had no idea what “normal” meant anymore with them. everything was flipped around and kit couldn’t figure out if he was looking at the floor or the ceiling where he and nate were concerned. he didn’t say that though — couldn’t. he was desperate to get back to the dynamic they’d had before he’d drunkenly confessed that he was in love with nate and screwed everything up.