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Miles blinked, his steps faltering.

Ezra came to a stop next to him, his smile falling as his eyes widened. “Are you out of your mind?”

A groan pushed past Miles’s lips. “Possibly?”

“What the hell, Miles? The guy who’s been bullying you since you were what? Thirteen? You’re fucking him now?”

“I know it seems crazy?”

“It’s diabolical.”

His brows lowered, and he stared at Ezra until his friend threw his hands up.

“You used to hit this guy in the face because he provoked you into it. He has to be a real special kind of fucked up to make you resort to violence. You’re the most level-headed guy I know.”

“I…”

What could he even say to that? Ezra wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t wrong at all, but he also didn’t know Kaz. Not the Kaz who’d listened and waited for him to make the first move when he’d needed it. The Kaz whounderstood him like no one else. The Kaz who kissed him like he was the very air he needed to breathe.

Ezra didn’t know why Kaz had bullied him. That it had been Kaz’s way to get his attention. Was it the absolute worst way of going about it? Yeah. He wouldn’t dispute that, but Kaz was more than the sum of his bad decisions.

Kaz made him smile and feel at ease like no one else. Kaz made him feel things he’d never felt before. Made him want things he hadn’t known he would ever want. Kaz had always been able to get under his skin, but now? It was like Kaz had burrowed his way inside him, and the past few weeks without him had been torture.

The thing he missed the most was the way Kaz looked at him. Not just because he saw him, but the way he never hid how much he wanted him. It was always right there in his eyes. When Kaz looked at him like that, he felt sexy and wanted. There was nothing fake about it. There was nothingwrongabout it. Nothing had ever felt more right than letting Kaz into his life.

“I like Kaz.”

Ezra looked at him as if he’d grown an extra head, and he sighed loudly.

“I know it’s kinda fucked up, but we’re both adults now. We’ve let go of the past.”

“It’s because the sex is great, isn’t it?” Ezra asked with a deadpan expression.

Miles snorted out a laugh and wrapped an arm around Ezra’s shoulders, tugging him along as he started walking again.

“Never had better sex in my life.”

Ezra shook his head with a sigh and met Miles’s gaze, a smile spreading on his face. “You’re lucky I support gay rightsandwrongs.”

He smirked at Ezra and pulled out his phone to find a picture of Kaz. He didn’t have a lot, and most of them were definitely not safe for work, but he’d taken a picture on one of their motorcycle rides of Kaz leaning against his bike, helmet and gloves off, and a sexy-as-hell smile on his lips.

Ezra was bi and mostly into women, but he dabbled, and Miles wasn’t surprised that Ezra made a choking sound whenhe showed him the picture.

“Holy fuck,” Ezra croaked out, grabbing the phone out of Miles’s hand to zoom in on the picture. “I get it. Fully supporting your wrongs, man. Not that it’s hard to do when your wrongs look like that.”

“I know, right?”

Kaz was fucking gorgeous.

Ezra handed him back the phone with a teasing smile.

“I’ll be here to pick you back up when he inevitably breaks your heart,” Ezra said with a gleam in his eyes, and Miles bumped his shoulder with a laugh. He doubted very much that would be necessary.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Kaz

HE LEANED back in his chair, feet on the coffee table. He was staring out of the window, but it wasn’t the trees in the backyard of Solo and Wilder’s second-floor apartment he saw. It was golden-brown eyes, messy blond hair, and lips spread in an enticing smile. Miles haunted his every thought. His every dream.

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