King stirred, caught somewhere between dream and reality. His lips parted, and before Win could react, he pressed his mouth against Win's with urgent desperation.
Win froze, eyes wide, every muscle in his body tense. But then King's hand slid to the back of his head, pulling him closer. Against his will, Win's eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the warmth of the kiss. For a minute, he let himself feel it, the soft press of King's lips, the ache of longing he didn't dare name.
Then heat rushed through him, his body responding in ways he wasn't ready to accept. Alarmed, he broke the kiss abruptly, pulling back with a sharp breath. King, still lost in his drunken haze, simply turned to the other side of the bed and drifted back into sleep, as if nothing had happened.
Win sat there in disbelief, his chest heaving. Did I… did I just get aroused by King? No… no, that's impossible.
