His lips were rough and chapped. They were colder than that single time I’d felt them in the dead of winter, but inside his mouth held the remnants of warmth, like he had been a fire and somewhere deep inside him, embers still burned. (◣,..,◢) This is a boyxboy horror short story. Please enjoy!!!

Whiat has a psychology experiment due. He gets to work in a group, the same group he always works in. But…what happens when he gets volunteered for the extra credit? Will he be up to kiss his close friend? Will his friend be willing to kiss him? What does Whiat choose to do and what […]