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hairmetal666 · 16 days

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Eddie stands at the bar, sipping at the whisky in his glass, eyes flickering over the crush of bodies and dark mahogany. He's at a premier party at TIFF, doesn't remember what movie it's for, is supposed to "mingle" according to his agent. And sure, he's charismatic, got a big personality and a loud mouth, but he's not good at networking; resents having to perform when he's not playing a role. Resents it more that he's an Oscar nominated actor, that his work doesn't stand for itself.

And then there's the Steve Harrington of it all. Heartthrob. America's Sweetheart. The boy next door. He's across the room, deep in conversation, but his eyes--they keep finding Eddie, scanning him with unmistakable heat.

They starred in a movie called Dying on the Pass. Played life-long best friends who became elite chefs and opened a restaurant together. The movie follows the dissolution of their friendship as the stresses of pursuing a Michelin Star drive them apart. It was a critical and commercial hit, cue awards noms, and offers pouring in, and--

Steve Harrington is his bed.

They promised, when filming wrapped. They swore it was the last time. They promised--

They basically shared a hotel room during awards season, woke up tangled together every morning.

They spent a torrid weekend in Atlanta after Steve wrapped on a Netflix action movie.

Six months after, they had a quick, furious fuck in the bathroom at a club in London.

Dangerous, stupid, but no one caught them. And here Steve is in Toronto, surrounded by press, staring at Eddie like he wants to eat him.

Eddie tries to ignore it. But every time their eyes meet, warmth pools low in his abdomen, and he wants.

They meet up eventually, pose for a couple of pictures, Eddie trying to ignore the way his skin tingles everywhere that Steve touches. Steve slings an arm around his waist, lets it linger.

After, Eddie goes out for a smoke, the patio blissfully deserted. He's half way through his cigarette when Steve steps out the sliding door, wrapping his hands in Eddie's hair, pulling him into a kiss. The cigarette drops as he grips onto the other man, a whimper slipping from his lips.

He should stop this, they're outside, anyone could see, and Steve isn't out--isn't--he's straight to the entire world, the straightest man alive. And Eddie, he's open about his preferences, identifies as queer, though lately he's been more interested in men--in one man, specifically-- and Steve isn't out, isn't ready to be and--

"Come back to my room?" Steve asks. Their mouths are still pressed together.

"Uh-huh," Eddie answers.

Steve whispers his room number before disappearing back inside. They're in the same hotel, on the same floor, like the universe wants them to keep hooking up. But Steve is being reckless.

Eddie goes to Steve that night with every intention of telling him they need to stop, to slow down, that they're going to get caught and he knows Steve isn't ready, but he doesn't. He doesn't that night and he doesn't two months later when they bump into each other in Venice, or four months after that in New York, or--or --or

It's dangerous, impulsive, too many close calls for them to keep it up and then--and then he's at a house party in the hills, an industry thing, the host is a wannabe big shot producer trying to get in good with the Hollywood elite. Steve is out of town. In Europe filming or maybe Australia for some event or--

Striding through the party, eyes locked on Eddie, and they're in a hallway, in a hallway where anyone could see them, but Steve is kissing him. They're kissing and it's rough and possessive and it stings.

Steve pushes him through double-doors, to the room at their backs, and Eddie wants to protest, to remind him they don't know if it's empty. But Steve is tugging the tie out of Eddie's hair, digging this hands into the now loose curls, and Eddie whines, lets himself be lead.

He's pushed against a table, and in the weak light from the windows, he realizes they're in the dining room. Steve grinds against him, muttering, "missed you so much, baby. God, it's been too long. Need you so bad."

Eddie moans, shifting to press more against Steve. "Missed you too, sweetheart, fuck."

They're kissing and Eddie's high on it, on Steve, can't get enough.

There's a loud burst of laughter outside the door, and reality smashes back into focus.

"Stop," he whispers to Steve.

Steve does in an instant, stepping back. Even in the darkness, Eddie sees the confusion and hurt mingling in the squint of his eyes, his light frown.

"Steve we--this is dangerous. There are people everywhere. Anyone could come in. There's a TMZ guy here, and we--need to be careful."

"Fuck," Steve breathes. "Eddie I--fuck." He presses his hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. "I can't get enough of you, man. Whenever I see you I just--I don't think--I see you and I want you so bad it hurts. Once every few months isn't enough. Hookups aren't enough. And I know that's not what we agreed to, and--"

"Steve," Eddie gently cuts him off. "I'm crazy about you. It hasn't been hookups for me for--" ever, it had never been, but he shakes his head instead of saying that. "But we've been reckless, sweetheart, and I don't want to see you hurt."

"It's not fair to you, though, right? Hiding and sneaking around with me."

"You need time, Steve. You deserve to come out on your terms, when you're ready. And if that means we're not public for a while, then we're not."

"What if I'm never ready?" He whispers. It breaks Eddie's heart, but it's a fair question for a man who got famous as an angelic child star in a series of fantasy-adventure movies before playing a quarterback with a heart-of-gold on the CW for seven seasons. He's always kept up a squeaky clean image, never in trouble, name rarely in the tabloids.

"Then we'll deal with it together."

"Okay," Steve whispers. A smile spreads slow across his face. "I'd like that."

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are seen around town together often. Getting lunch, at parties, shopping. In an interview Steve says that Eddie's his best friend, they do everything together. There's speculation online, of course, but it's pretty quiet. So, they go to premiers and award shows and events together.

A year goes by and it's easy, light, fun. They're in love.

Eddie's messing around on his guitar, not with any intent just for the joy of it. He's on the loveseat in the office of their apartment--their apartment. Steve is in the kitchen, he thinks, or puttering in the garden.

They haven't talked about Steve coming out; haven't needed to.

"Hey," Steve says from the doorway. Eddie jumps.

"Hey yourself."

"It's Bi Visibility day."

"Is it now?" He's not sure where this is going

"I want to come out."

He puts the guitar down. "You sure?"

Steve nods. He doesn't seem nervous, just calm and steady.

"How do you want to do it?"

He crosses the room, climbing onto Eddie's lap, making Eddie laugh. "Works for me." Eddie gives Steve's ass a playful squeeze.

They start kissing then, Steve snapping pics on his phone randomly as they make out.

Steve won't let Eddie peak as he crafts his Insta post, not until it's done and live for his 15 million followers.

The picture he picked, it's a soft kiss, mouths open but lips only just brushing, noses pressed together in a sweet little bump. But the thing about, the thing that makes Eddie's stomach swoop, is the way they're both smiling, the way it's obvious just how in love they are.

Steve's captioned it with the words "Witness Me" and the bi flag.

He pulls his boy into another kiss, says, "Hey,"

"Hmm?" Steve doesn't pull away.

"Wanna go be visibly bisexual with me in the bedroom?"

Steve hops off his lap, strides across the room, turning to flash Eddie a devious smile. "Thought you'd never ask."

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emlee81 · 18 days

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Just a short story about Slater in Dazed and Confused because he's so damn adorable and I absolutely love him. Warning mentions sex smoking weed and getting high and some strong language.

Synopsis: Cassidy Maguire has had a massive crush on Ron Slater and when he decides to often her joint, it's the beginning of their relationship.

****

As I was walking through the crowded hallways of Lee High School, in which would become a real red letter day for me, as my best, Jenny Walters was babbling on about some guy she thought was cute, I was watching Ron Slater and secretly crushing on him.

"Cass! Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm?" My gaze rakes over Slater's tall, lean body and I can't seem to tear my eyes away from him. I've had a massive crush on Slater since we first entered high school. There was just something about him that really drove me insane.

"You're not listening to me!" We reach Jenny's locker and she shakes her head as she spins the dial on her locker.

"I am, I swear," I say, still sneaking little peeks at Slater, who's grinning about something.

"Don't you think Pink Floyd is hot?"

"Not really," I admit. Jenny's gaze follows mine but I quickly change directions. She frowns suspiciously at me.

"Who are you so enthralled by?" I just smile. There's no way I'm telling her. Even if she is my best friend.

***

After school, as I'm heading to my locker, still daydreaming about Ron Slater, who should I run into, but Slater himself.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim. "I'm so sorry!" Slater just chuckles and I nearly melt into a puddle on the floor at his feet.

"No problem. Say, don't I know you?"

"Probably. I'm Cassidy Maguire. We have English and Math together."

"That's right. I remember now." Slater leans against the locker beside mine, trying to appear cool.

"Yup."

"So, uh, you wanna go smoke a joint?" Slater asks. I have never, ever smoked weed in my life. But what the hell? You only live once. And plus, I'd like a chance hang out with Slater.

"Sure," I reply, slamming my locker shut and smiling at Slater.

"Cool, man."

***

Slater is definitely sweet. He really is. He's not like some of the other assholes around this school. I knew there was a reason I liked him so much.

"Nothing like smoking some weed, am I right, sweetheart?" I gotta admit; I DO feel a little...weird but not necessarily in a BAD way.

"Yup." As Slater passes me the joint we're sharing, our fingers brush. Although he is sorta goofy, I still like him. I put the joint to my lips and the sensation is immediately overpowering and I get light-headed, releasing a giggle. Slater is grinning.

"What do you think, man?"

"I-I like it," I admit, taking another long drag before handing it back. I stare at Slater's lips, wishing he'd...kiss..me. I boldly lean closer, pressing my lips to his. He kisses me back, his hand gently cupping the back of my head.

"What'd you think of THAT?" I ask.

"It was good, man."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Can..can I kiss you again?"

"Sure, man." Only this time, Slater kisses ME. I clutch the front of his t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of his full lips on mine.

"You must really have liked that," I tease and Slater shrugs, giving me a lazy grin.

"I don't know, man." I lean forward, cupping his chin in my palm, just gazing into those dark, dark eyes of his. Damn. He's beautiful. I WANT to cuddle up beside him, our legs tangled together as Slater's beautiful hands explore my body.

"Wanna another?" Slater asks. Without waiting for a reply, he's already rolling another joint. I watch through slitted eyes as as Slater takes a few puffs before passing it to me. I start giggling and Slater laughs.

"This is some awesome shit!" I exclaim.

"Isn't it?" Slater falls back on the ground, HIS eyes in slits, just grinning. I finish the joint and scoot closer to Slater, falling beside him, reaching out to touch his cheek.

"Damn, man," he says, touching MY cheek. "You're so freaking beautiful, Cass." I burst out laughing and so does Slater.

"You're adorable," I coo, raising myself up. (Or attempting to), and pressing into Slater's tall, lean body. "This is so freaking awesome." I grope for one of Slater's hands.

I find it, clinging to it. His hand is warm and clammy but I hold it anyways.

"It IS pretty awesome, isn't it?" Slater agrees.

"Yeah." My eyes start to close as I lie here, just holding Slater's hand, a big, big smile pasted on my face.

***

"Cass? Cass, you awake?" I blink my eyes open, stretching and looking up. Slater is hovering over me, his dark eyes filled with worry. I struggle upright and Slater grabs my hand.

"I'm okay," I tell him. He relaxes a little.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Hey, what time is it?" I ask, smoothing down my hair.

"Almost seven thirty in the morning." I move to stand, my body stiff from falling asleep on the hard ground.

"Good thing I told my mom I was spending the night at Jenny's," I comment. Slater nods, looking twitchy. I take his hand.

"Hey, look at me." He does. "I'm not sorry."

"That you were with me?" I smile.

"I could NEVER be sorry for that. I-I really-like you." Slater's face lights up.

"I really like you, too, Cass." I press my lips to his, feeling higher than after I smoked the weed. Slater's arms come up around me, holding me tenderly. I cling to him, never wanting to let go.

"Hey, Cass?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna smoke a joint?" I laugh.

"Hell yeah."

***

I stay with Slater for as long as I dare. (I'd rather stay with him longer, but I don't dare push my luck with my mother.) First, though I had to stop by Jenny's and collect my shit.

"Where were you?" Jenny's eyes are boring into mine.

"Slater and I were hanging out," I say with a sly grin. Jenny's eyes nearly bugged out of the sockets.

"Slater? Isn't he the one who's ALWAYS stoned?"

"He's really sweet," I say, heading for the door.

"Did ANYTHING happen?"

"I'll call you later. I gotta jet before Mom freaks."

"I'll be waiting!" I hurry home, where luckily Mom isn't standing at the front door, ready to grill me.

"Did you have a good time last night?" I smile, remembering kissing Slater.

"Oh yeah. It was great."

***

As I'm about to call Jenny, I hear a peculiar sound, coming from outside. Kinda like popcorn popping. After a moment, I discover that it's a spray of small rocks hitting the pane of glass on my bedroom window. I hurry over, unlatching the window and throwing it open, leaning out. Slater is standing there, grinning lazily up at me.

"Hey, man."

"Hey yourself. What's up?"

"I just wanted to see you," Slater says.

"Aww, you're sweet." Slater's face reddens. He's so cute when he's embarrassed.

"Wanna come hang out and maybe smoke a joint?"

"Maybe. Wait here, okay?"

"Sure, man." I race downstairs.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Jenny wants to know if I can come over for an hour or so?"

"I suppose so. But don't stay too long. You have chores to do."

"Thanks!" I race back upstairs, flying over to the open window.

"I'll be right down!"

"Cool, man."

***

Slater likes it when I let him lay his head on my lap. I like it, too because then I can see his face better. AND I like leaning in and giving him gentle kisses all over his face. Slater smiles lazily up at me as I play with his long, dark hair.

"I love this," Slater murmurs. Pretty sure he's stoned out of his mind, but at the moment, I adore having him all to myself.

"Me too." I lean in, taking a hint off of Slater's joint. He laughs and so do I.

"You're so damn beautiful," I whisper, brushing my lips against Slater's ear. He laughs, squirming away. When he rolls back to look at me, though, he looks serious.

"You..you really think so?" I nod, leaning in for a kiss. Slater's entire body relaxes, cupping my waist.

"Yes. Oh, Slater."

"What? What's wrong?" He sits up, gently cupping my face in his hands, just gazing tenderly at me.

"Nothing's wrong. I..I just.."

"What?" Now Slater's caressing my left cheek.

"I care about you."

"I care about you, too, Cass." He gently presses those pretty lips of his to mine. Euphoria floods my whole body. Tears spring to my eyes.

"Cass, what's wrong?"

"I..I'm okay." I quickly wipe the tears away.

"You're crying." Slater's voice is so soft, it nearly undoes me.

"Only because I'm so damn happy to be here with you," I whisper, reaching for his hand. Slater grins.

"Me too."

****

"Thanks for blowing me off yesterday," Jenny says sarcastically when I call her Sunday morning.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "It's just.."

"You'd rather hang out with that doofus, Slater then your own best friend!"

"Jenny, I'm sorry."

"Sure you are." Her tone is scathing.

"I AM."

"No. You. Aren't."

"Yes. I. Am!"

"I don't even know why you're bothering with ME when you could be with HIM."

"Do you want to know what happened or not?" I snap. Silence. Jenny sighs.

"What happened?"

"We made out."

"No shit?"

"No shit." I sigh dreamily.

"Was he stoned?" Jenny asks. "Because if he was, I doubt he'll remember ANYTHING!"

"I don't know," I say. "He kinda seems like the type who'd remember more than we think."

"Hah!"

"Wanna come over?" I ask, hoping to smooth things over with her. Jenny sighs again.

"You sure you want me there?"

"Yes," I say, almost pleadingly.

"All right."

***

I don't see Slater again until Monday morning at school. As soon as he sees me, though, he saunters over to me, that lazy grin on his face. My face heats up, my stomach flip-flopping like crazy.

"Hey, man."

"Hey." I'm opening my locker collecting my books.

"After school, we're gonna y'know," Slater informs me. I grin, leaning close to him.

"Count me in," I whisper in his ear.

"Cool, man." He finger guns me. "I'll check ya later!" I grin.

"Oh you definitely better."

***

"You're so weird for LIKING that loser," Jenny hisses in my war during lunch. I'm barely paying attention to her, though, as my focus is on..Slater, who's seated only a couple of tables away. He's talking with his friends, but looks up and sees me.

Our gazes lock and Slater gers up, coming over to me, sitting down next to me. I instantly lean against him and his arm comes up around me.

"Hey, baby," Slater drawls in my ear. I giggle, moving to cup his face in my hand.

"Ahem!" Jenny says loudly.

"Slater, this is my best friend, Jenny Walters."

"Hey, man. Wanna smoke a joint?"

"No thanks," Jenny says, frowning.

"You sure?" I turn, pressing my lips to Slater's, NEEDING that high I get from kissing him. Slater grins, kissing me back. Jenny makes gagging sounds and I whip my head around, glaring at her. She just smiles sweetly at me.

The lunch bell rings, signaling the end of lunch period. Slater reluctantly swings one leg over the bench we're sitting on, then the other one, standing up. I collect my trash and lunch tray before standing up myself.

"I'll come find you after school, okay, baby?" Slater says, grinning. I giggle, my face warm. I nod, touching his cheek.

"Okay." Slater finger guns us and lopes off, joining his friends, who are giving him shit.

"WHAT do you see in HIM?" Jenny asks as we throw away our trash and replace the trays.

"He's adorable." I sigh.

"Sure," Jenny says, rolling her eyes. "Because bring STONED is just so cute."

"Um yeah," I say.

"Whatever."

***

As soon as school lets out, I make tracks for my locker, keeping my eyes peeled for Slater. He's already waiting for me, that lazy grin etched into his face. I smile at him, ACHING to be in his arms, running my fingers through his long hair and having his hands on me.

"Can we go somewhere..private?" I whisper in Slater's ear. He grins, nodding and grabbing my hand as we join the crowd of kids making their way out of the school.

We FINALLY get outside, into the blinding sunlight and Slater pulls me along. We stop at a corner of the school and Slater pulls out a bag of weed and some paper to roll it up in.

"Uh, Slater?" I say, my lips ghosting his. Slater smiles at me.

"Yeah?"

"Could you maybe wait to smoke a joint?" He studies me and finally nods, stuffing everything back into his pocket.

"Wanna see something amazing?"

"Sure."

***

We've climbed up to the top of the Moon Tower, sitting side-by-side and holding hands. Slater had gotten a little..handsy, but I honestly didn't mind. Especially since I returned the favor.

I shift around, leaning against Slater and begin running my fingers through his hair.

"I adore touching you," I murmur as Slater relaxes into my touch, closing his eyes. I finger his pretty lips and he chuckles without opening his eyes.

"I like touching you, too," he murmurs, opening his eyes and grinning up at me.

"You touch me as often as you please," I whisper, twisting around and pressing my lips to Slater's, who reaches up, tangling his fingers in my loose hair.

"School's almost out for the summer," I say, gently wrapping a lock of Slater's hair around my finger.

"Yup."

"Slater?"

"Yes, pretty girl?"

"Are...are we..boyfriend and girlfriend?" Slater's brow furrows, as he leans back, rubbing his chin.

"Do you wanna be?" I nod.

"Yes." Slater let's out a whoop of joy, nearly shattering my eardrums. I laugh.

"Wait until I rub it in Don's face!" Slater crows. I laugh again, leaning close and wrapping my arms around Slater, who in return, wraps his arms around ME.

"I'm so happy, Cass," Slater murmurs. "So damn happy."

"Me too, Slater."

***

From that moment forward, Slater and I were practically inseparable. It wasn't long before EVERYONE knew we were dating. And soon, it was summer vacation, so Slater and I were pretty much together all day long.

I STILL got stuck hanging out with his friends, but they weren't TOO bad. Plus IF I ASKED, Slater and I would occasionally sneak off, alone and just talk or dance to music in his bedroom or even just sit and watch TV while holding hands.

Naturally we smoked weed as much as possible, too, but Slater would TRY not to.

"I enjoy the high I get just from bring around you, Cass." How sweet is THAT? MY favorite thing to do with Slater, of course, was to touch him.

I loved every inch of his body, even though Slater could be a little self-conscious about it.

"You're perfect," I'd tell him. "And beautiful." Slater would blush and look embarrassed, but I'd also see that twinkle in his eyes and knew he loved it that I loved him as he was.

I also loved cuddling with him. Slater was a big cuddler. I NEVER would have pegged him as clingy or touchy-feely, but he definitely is. Which is fine. There was one thing we hadn't done or even discussed. And that was..sex. But I knew wer get to it eventually.

***

"You're sure?" Slater looks concerned. Not for himself, but for me. I tug him down beside me as we lie in his bed. His parents are gone for the weekend and we have the whole house to ourselves.

"Yes, Slater. I WANT to make love to you." He grins and we slowly undress one another. Slater's becoming aroused; I can tell by the bulge in his boxers.

"Touch me," I whisper, cupping Slater's face. He nods, carefully spreading my legs and positioning himself between them. I notice how nervous Slater is.

"We can wait," I whisper.

"Nah." Slater grins as he grabs my hand, letting my fingers ghost over his bulge. We both release low moans.

"I just don't wanna..hurt...you, Cass," Slater leans in close, his lips ghosting mine.

"You couldn't," I whisper. He just nods, pulling down his boxers. He pumps himself a couple of times before getting closer. As he enters me, he leans for a kiss. It DOES hurt, but once we get into a good rhythm, it feels okay.

Slater grips me by the hips, as I claw at his back, holding on. When he's finished, he collapses next to me, panting.

"Are..are you..okay?" There's real concern in his dark eyes and I smile, pressing my lips to his.

"I'm wonderful," I say softly. Slater smiles, wrapping an arm around me as I snuggle against him.

"You should TOTALLY rub this in Don's face," I whisper in his ear and Slater laughs.

"Oh hell yeah, I will."

****

One lazy summer evening Slater, me and his friends are hanging out in this wide, open field ,just kicking back and smoking some weed. Slater is all stretched out on the ground, his head in my lap, talking about his George Washington conspiracy theories.

I'm just as stoned as everyone else, twirling Slater's long hair around my fingers or braiding it. I love listening to Slater ramble on about shit. It's extremely relaxing to me.

Pink and Pickford are lazing around on the ground as well. Don's not with us and quite frankly, I'm glad. Ninety nine percent of the time when he's with us, ALL he does is give poor Slater crap about us.

"Are you on about THAT shit again?" Pickford asks, looking bleary-eyed as he puffs away on his sixth joint. (Or maybe it's his eighth. I dunno. I lost count.)

"YES." I lean in, gently kissing Slater. He stops his rambling and and grins at me, eyes at half mast. He cups my chin in his palm.

"I WANT YOU," I whisper in his ear.

"All right, man." Slater struggles to a sitting position as I grin, groping for his hand. It takes me a few minutes to latch on, as I'm giggling like crazy.

"Where are you two going?" Pink asks, eyebrows raised.

"Wouldn't you like know?" I say. Slater chuckles, sliding his arm around my waist, fingers ghosting around my crotch. Thank God it's dark out so no one can see my burning cheeks.

"Come on, baby." Slater steers my body away from the others as we head down the street, heading to Slater's place. As soon as we're alone, I wretch myself free from Slater and grab his face, kissing him. He grips me by the arms, kissing me back.

"I'm glad you decided to go," I whisper to Slater, cupping his face in my hands.

"Me too." We walk hand-in-hand to Slater's and go inside, heading straight to his bedroom. We quickly undress one another, falling back on his bed, kissing and groping.

"I love you so damn much, Cassidy," Slater murmurs.

"I love you too, Slater. Don't ever leave me, okay?"

"I won't, pretty girl."

***

I fall asleep, cuddled up Slater, his arm flung across my middle, his long hair spread out on the pillow. I smile, touching it. Slater stirs, waking up. He yawns, carefully shifting so he doesn't squish me.

"Hey, baby." Slater's lips graze my ear. It tickles.

"Hey." I wrap my arm around his waist, cuddling closer.

"How long have we been asleep?" I twist around, to look at the clock on Slater's night stand. Almost midnight.

"A few hours," I reply, twisting back to Slater and burying my face in his bare chest. His fingers tangle in my hair.

"I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. Let's go get some food." We climb out of our warm nest, me grabbing one of Slater's t-shirts, while he pulls on a pair of jeans. We head down to the kitchen, searching for something good to eat.

We find Oreos and potato chips. Slater also grabs some pop from the fridge and I grab a box of frosted strawberry pop-tarts. We ramble back upstairs, crowding together on the bed and eat, feeding one another.

"This was an awesome night," I tell Slater, snuggling up against him. He slings an arm around my shoulders.

"It was." Slater gently kisses me and I cling to him.

"I keep thinking this is a dream," Slater murmurs, his fingers grazing my cheek. "And I'll wake up amd find out it's not real."

"It's real," I murmur, touching Slater's cheek. "And I never want it to end."

"It doesn't have to," Slater says. I smile, grabbing his hand.

"Good."

*** A/N: And that's it! I decided to just leave it here with this one! Hope you all enjoyed!❤️

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