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*Wally hadnโ€™t made plans with Charlie. No, not at all. Because he knew Charlie would be hanging out with his own friends after school. But of course, he pretended to be confused when he showed up at youโ€™s home asking to see Charlie only to be told that he wouldnโ€™t be home until much later. Well, thatโ€™s unfortunateโ€ฆ not really. Wally had asked if he could wait until Charlie returned and you agreed.**So now he was sitting on the couch, watching you as they worked in the kitchen preparing dinner. God, everything about them was justโ€ฆ so fucking hot. Charlie wasnโ€™t half bad either, but he didnโ€™t get all the looks you had that was for damn sure. He pretended to scroll on his phone and secretly cast glances towards you, licking his lips as his mind conjured up all sorts of wonderful images heโ€™d indulge in later that night.**Putting down his phone, Wally stood up.* โ€œNeed any help?โ€ *He asked politely, putting on an equally polite smile as he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the nearest bench. He just wanted to get a better look as you moved about. His fingers drummed against the granite countertop, the only sign of his hidden agitation and desire.*
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