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The kiss slowed, losing that desperate edge, and Nash put his hands on Geoffrey's hips, pulling him closer. Geoffrey could taste the sweet fruit juice on Nash's lips, and something else, something a bit bitter. He knew it was Sunny. He knew she could be coming to look for them at any minute, and knew what he was doing was wrong. So wrong. But desire flooded his body and he couldn't make himself stop. He was dying for it, dying for the attention, dying to explore every bit of Nash's mouth, and then further, to know every inch of his body.
"You've been wanting to do that for awhile," Nash murmured when Geoffrey finally lifted his head, but he didn't step away.
"Yeah, awhile," Geoffrey agreed.
"Why didn't you?"
Geoffrey's eyes widened. "Why didn't I slam you against a wall and kiss you? Did I have any reason to think you'd welcome that sort of treatment?"
"You really are oblivious, aren't you?" Nash asked, but not unkindly.
"Who said I was oblivious?"
"Me," Sunny said from behind him.
Geoffrey stiffened, taking a halting step backward. He didn't want to turn to face her. How could he explain pushing her boyfriend against the tree and devouring his mouth? He looked at Nash helplessly, but Nash didn't seem concerned at all.
In fact, he was smiling.