To hell with everybody

Every time Bojan got drunk at a party, he would make out with a man. It kind of became his thing. It never really meant anything – merely a way to draw attention and get with the girls.The first time Jere kissed Bojan it was a soft brush of lips on his neck as they were dancing, tired and a little drunk, during the pre-party in Madrid. Out of habit, Bojan glanced around the room with a huge grin, expecting a loud reaction from those around him, but nobody was paying them any attention. Bojan contemplated pulling Jere into a proper kiss, as the broken pattern made something stir inside him uncomfortably. He needed people to see and react – that was the rule.orA story about the kisses that didn't matter until they did.