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“Nice eyeliner,” Lucas found himself saying, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
And it was. The whole package that had greeted him at Seth’s door was honestly exactly Lucas’s type; from the black lines sweeping back in little wings from his eyes, to the silver chain choker at his neck. Not to mention that the tight black t-shirt and ripped black jeans, the glinting square stud belt and black chucks? Absolutely doing it for Lucas.
Except that this was Seth, a fact he was having trouble squaring away in his head.
Seth’s hand flew up to his face, his eyes widening slightly. Very slightly — before something wounded fluttered through that gaze, something that hurt to even look at. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, it was stomped firmly down; Seth’s face twisting into what Lucas could only now term a ‘glower’.
See Emmet? I was paying attention in our creative lit class. And not just to that cute goth girl who liked to wear the —
“What do you want?” Seth growled, yanking Lucas out of his thoughts.
