[Barry doesn't think he's misread things, but he doesn't want to be wrong, doesn't want to risk a friendship on the chance that he's wrong. The touch along his jaw causes his pulse to skitter and he moves in just a little bit as Len kisses him. A soft sigh slips free as he tries to crowd in closer.
As the kiss breaks, Barry's smile is warm and bright as he tips his forehead to Len's.] That reads just right to me.
[In fact, it's perfect. Best Christmas ever in his book.]
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As the kiss breaks, Barry's smile is warm and bright as he tips his forehead to Len's.] That reads just right to me.
[In fact, it's perfect. Best Christmas ever in his book.]