Navvi had died and gone to heaven.
That was the only explanation for what was happening. Surely something as good as this couldn't happen in the real world, could it? And even if it could, Navvi was so undeserving of this. And yet now, here he was, with Anthos in his arms, kissing him. Navvi tightened his hold slightly, careful not to squeeze Anthos too hard, however, and kissed him with all the passion that had been slowly rising within him ever since that first night with Anthos. Ever so gently, he leaned Anthos back on the grass, so that Navvi was leaning over him, propped up on his elbows to keep from crushing Anthos, kissing him with all he had.
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