the rough fist chapter of a possible bl fanfic i'm thinking of writing. Based years in the future at Naley's 15th wedding anniversary.
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They were standing so close that only a breath stood between their lips, her cheeks were flushed and his voice was low as he held her por the waist, his nails slightly digging into her skinny side. Brooke Davis glanced the couple as she walked por them in their secluded corner; she took in those few facts and sighed before going on her way to escape from the festivities.

The glass door slid open and she slipped outside, immediately sucking in the fresh air,...