Can I be him?
Zizi has lost track of how many times he thought about asking Hunter that exact question. Can I be him? Can I be your next boyfriend? Can I be the man who stays?
Now here he is, Hunter wrapped around him, the soft light flitting through the windows, the curtains pulled apart. Hunter’s head was resting on Zizi’s shoulder, his fair blonde hair tickling Zizi’s nose.
“Here…” Zizi hands Hunter a tissue, smiling stupidly at the amazing man in his arms. It was a bit past eleven pm and they were watching Ralph Breaks The Internet.
“I can’t believe you’re crying.” Zizi adds.
“It’s not my fault. It’s just so sad. Ralph finally got the money but she didn’t want to go anymore.” Hunter sniffed and Zizi wanted to coo. He was just too adorable. In a sharp turn of events, Hunter swit
