12. Come Have A Taste

Matt slammed his glass down angrily, whiskey sloshing on the table.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Will’s grin turned dark, tongue sliding over his bottom lip slowly.

“Tell me you don’t think about it, Matt.”

Matt’s eyes snapped to his, heat flushing up his neck and down his chest. “Fuck you, Will.”

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