Austin wasn't moving. Liam frowned at him, but slipped off the edge of the sink after a moment, not quite willing to call his bluff. He might have, back in school. Back when he'd been actively trying to shake him, and failing.
When he wanted the older boy, he played hard to get. When he didn't. When he wanted nothing to do with him, Liam couldn't get away from him. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Damned, in general.
The sweater was pulled off the counter as well, but he stuffed it in his bag, holding it down at his side as he regarded Austin thoughtfully. "Where?"
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