He spills the salt by mistake as he reaches for his glass, lifts his hand to toss a little over his shoulder, creature of habit although he doesn't believe in devils. The beautiful boy who bought his drinks for him stays him, long smooth fingers around hard stained fingers. "Don't." So Sydney kisses him instead.
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He spills the salt by mistake as he reaches for his glass, lifts his hand to toss a little over his shoulder, creature of habit although he doesn't believe in devils. The beautiful boy who bought his drinks for him stays him, long smooth fingers around hard stained fingers. "Don't." So Sydney kisses him instead.