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"But Damien, I don't understand what you mean."
Damien face palmed as the young brit blinked at him innocently.
"I, Damien Thorne, love you, Pip Pirrup. Though I am seriously reconsidering that."
"And I love you too, you're my best friend, but what does that have to do with the homecoming dance?"
Damien shoved Pip up against the lockers roughly, careful not to hurt him. He crashed his lips onto the blonde's mouth in a searing kiss.
When they parted they were equally flustered. Pip was panting and his blue eyes were clouded over.
"Do you get the message now?"
