Part of Kaz knows that he ought to leave, that he ought to sneer and pull away. But there's a part of him, a still soft part of him, that can't bear the thought. He nods.
"Why?" A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Want to go again?"
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Part of Kaz knows that he ought to leave, that he ought to sneer and pull away. But there's a part of him, a still soft part of him, that can't bear the thought. He nods.
"Why?" A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Want to go again?"