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Mike places his hand over Wills. Mikes heart thumps in his chest, heavy with the weight of Wills attention.
Before he fully realises what he's doing, Mike is swooping in, hands reaching to gently cup Wills cheek, light enough that he can pull away, but firm enough to convey how much he doesn't want him to.
Mike kisses him likes he's never kissed anyone before. He's too caught up in Will, thinking about him, feeling the heat of his skin under his hands, the loose strands of hair against his fingertips, the hand coming up to rest gently on his forearm, to remember to tilt his head or press gently or cover his teeth.
He kisses Will like he's never kissed anyone before, and it makes so much sense. It makes so much sense.
"I love you."
"I-"
"Wait, before you say anything, can I say something? I love you. And, I think… maybe I always have. I love you so much it makes me crazy. but… we promised wed go crazy together, right?"
"Yeah," Will smiles "Crazy together."