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xxx"i've never so adored you
xxxi'm twisting allegories now
xxxi want to complicate you
xxxdon't let me do this to myself."
And then the door started to open. Chloe was on top of him in an instant, and he immediately understood the excuse she was going for. It was better, this way she might be able to hide her face, and nobody would say anything. He sighed with relief as he saw it was a bunch of his own friends. "Oh, sorry. Didn't realise there was- James, you naughty boy," They teased. James laughed a little. "Keep it to yourselves?" He asked, and they raised their hands as they backed out of the room. "We swear by the sword," they called, then shut the door behind them. He laughed to himself at the Shakespeare quote. They knew him too well.
"We're good. They won't say anything to anyone, they know I'm hiding stuff already." He said, breathing into Chloe's neck. Being this close to her, sitting like they were, he was suddenly hyperaware of everything that he wanted. That he wished they could be like this without having to be hiding like this. He pulled her face to his and kissed her once, softly, gently. "Fuck, we really must be crazy," he said, laughing to himself a little. He was scared as hell, but in that moment, for the first time, he wasn't worrying about that.