When You Notice (Complete)

Chapter 17

---Stan's pov---

Kyle stopped telling the story at that moment. I can't believe I had kissed him that night.

Kyle and I say in silence for a few moments. No one saying anything. Just thinking.

I clear my throat, "Did uh, did anything else happen after that?" I ask nervously.

Kyle shakes his head slightly, "No. I pushed you off and went home."

---Kyle's pov---

I told Stan that I pushed him off and went home, that nothing happened, but that's not necessarily what happened.

~~Flashback~~

After a moment or two of sloppy kisses, where he continued to beg for entrance by biting and licking and sucking my bottom lip, he pulled away.

I realized that he must have drank a lot, because he had a very strong taste of alcohol on his lips.

"Stan? How much have you had to drink?"

He shrugs, having me pinned against the door, "I dono. A few bottles?"

I sigh.

What could I even say at this point?

"I think I might love you, Kyle. In a really gay way," Stan says.

"You what?" I ask looking up at him in astonishment. What the hell?

Stan grabs my hands, "I love you, Kyle."