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The heat of summer never had anything over the heat of his body cooking, nature seeping through his skin and dissolving his insides into a goopy, sticky hot mess of hormones and raw heat. He felt like he was boiling, despite having unconsciously kicked his sheets off his entire body. The only thing he had on his was his uniform, rumpled and smelly, and the itchy material of a sweater-
Oh.
Oh god.
Fingers fist the woolly material, nails piercing the thick material with how tightly he holds it. It’s soft and fuzzy, and pale pink, like a certain fruit that haunts his dreams. He wants to rip it off his person right this instant. Wants to shove it under the bed or hide away somewhere where he won’t be able to easily get to. He wants – no, needs to take it off.
Pulling at the collar, Ken inhales, the wool tickling his nose as the scent of his one and only, single friend fills him up to near bursting.
God dammit.
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A continuation of Rum and Raspberries with Ken's POV.Series
- Part 2 of A Trace of You
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26 Dec 2024