Hunter's hands were slender and warm, with a thin layer of calluses formed from years of holding the mouse, which brought a tingling tingling sensation that went all the way to Alex's heart.
Alex deliberately asked back, "You avoided me at first, didn't reply to a single message, and now you invite me over?"
Speaking of this, Alex gritted his teeth. Although he now understood that Hunter's "read but not reply" actions were because he realized the deterioration of his feelings and was afraid to face himself, every time he thought of the worries, entanglements and tossing and turning in the past three years, Alex wanted this kid to reflect on himself.
Hunter took another half step closer and rested his chin on Alex's shoulder. From the inside, through the glass door, the two figures seemed to overlap, intimate and ambiguous. Alex was afraid of being seen by someone who walked out of the box, so he subconsciously wanted to hide. Hunter put one hand around him and leaned on the balcony railing, forming a small space to trap Alex inside.
Alex was startled and lowered his voice, "This is outside!"
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