It was a warm summer night, and a boy with pitch black hair stood frozen on a bridge.
He was waiting for something.
Or someone.
Soon, he heard footsteps behind him. He wanted to turn around to face the person, but he couldn't.
This would be the night they jump.
The man only awoke from his trance when he felt two warm, strong arms wrap around his waist.
"Hello, gorgeous," said the familiar, melodic voice into the asian's ear. The asian smiled and turned to wrap his own arms around the taller boy.
"Hello, lovely."
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The Boys on The Bridge ✓
General Fictionjust two boys, and a bridge on a warm summer night. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go t...
