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... The night was deepening, and with it, so was the tension between Gemini and Fourth. Neither of them had spoken after their exchange—there had been no promises made, no resolutions. There was only silence, heavy with what had almost happened, what they both knew would eventually happen.

Gemini's chest was tight, his heart racing with the weight of his own hesitation. He wanted to say something—anything—to relieve the suffocating pressure. But the words escaped him.

Fourth was standing a few feet away now, his back to the alley's brick wall, his arms crossed as he watched Gemini struggle with himself. It was like watching a storm, like seeing the moment before the rain, when everything was still, but the air was charged with something unspoken.

"I can't keep doing this," Gemini muttered, more to himself than to Fourth. "I can't keep pretending I don't feel anything." His voice cracked, and his heart clenched.

Fourth's gaze softened, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. He uncrossed his arms and took a step forward, moving into Gemini's personal space with the kind of quiet assurance that made Gemini's pulse quicken.

"You don't have to pretend with me," Fourth said softly, his voice a low murmur that seemed to hum in Gemini's chest. "I'm not asking you to change everything, Gemini. Just... don't shut me out."

And that was the moment—the one that pushed Gemini to the edge of everything. He could feel the barriers he'd carefully constructed around himself begin to crack, breaking down piece by piece. He had spent so long building walls to protect himself, afraid of trusting, afraid of what it meant to give in to desire, to emotions. But now, standing here, so close to Fourth, with his breath so near, he could no longer deny what was happening between them.

Gemini lifted his eyes, meeting Fourth's gaze—those dark eyes filled with unspoken longing, with vulnerability. Fourth wasn't pulling away; he wasn't retreating. He was waiting. Waiting for Gemini to make a decision.

The decision was almost impossible to make.

Gemini's mind raced. What if this was a mistake? What if he was letting his emotions cloud his judgment? He had been hurt before, and the fear of repeating that pain was a constant shadow at the edge of his thoughts. But Fourth's presence was undeniable, and in this moment, it felt like they were standing on the edge of something real. Something that couldn't be ignored any longer.

"Are you sure?" Gemini asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fourth's answer came in the form of a single step forward, closing the distance that had felt like an impossible chasm only moments ago. Without another word, Fourth reached out, his hand brushing gently against Gemini's arm, his fingers trailing the line of his skin in a slow, deliberate motion.

The simple touch felt like fire, an electric jolt that surged through Gemini's body. He inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth of Fourth's skin seep into his own, and before he could think, before he could stop himself, he leaned in. His lips brushed against Fourth's in a tentative, almost questioning kiss. It was soft, almost fragile, as if testing the waters before diving into the unknown.

But Fourth didn't hesitate. His hands were already on Gemini's waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a desperation that made Gemini's heart slam against his ribs. The kiss was more than just a kiss. It was a surrender. An admission. A moment of crossing a line that neither of them could come back from.

Gemini's hands found Fourth's hair, tangling in the messy strands as he pulled him closer. The kiss grew more urgent, more needy, as if their bodies had been waiting for this for far too long. It was as though they had been dancing around this moment for weeks, months even, and now, with nothing left to lose, they finally let themselves give in.

The world around them blurred—the noise of the party, the city's distant hum, the people who still milled about—everything disappeared. All that mattered was the intensity of the kiss, the way their hearts raced in sync, the way their bodies aligned like they were meant to fit together.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, faces flushed with desire, confusion, and something deeper—something that neither of them was ready to fully acknowledge.

"We shouldn't have done that," Gemini murmured, his words a contradiction to what his body was screaming. His hands were trembling, the reality of the situation settling over him like a weight.

Fourth didn't pull away, didn't move back. He stayed close, his breath uneven. "Maybe," he said softly, his voice rough. "But I don't regret it."

Gemini closed his eyes, the fear and doubt swirling in his chest. He wanted to pull away, to escape, but his body refused to listen. He wasn't sure what this meant. What this was. But he knew that for the first time in a long while, he didn't want to run.

The night had fallen into a strange, uncomfortable silence after they pulled apart. Neither of them knew how to move forward. They stood there in the dim light, still close, but the space between them was now filled with uncertainty.

Gemini had never felt more vulnerable, more exposed. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension, but the words were trapped in his throat. He could feel Fourth's presence next to him, could feel the weight of the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

He was scared. Scared of what this meant. Scared of where it could go.

"What now?" Gemini finally asked, his voice soft, almost lost in the night. "What do we do now?"

Fourth exhaled slowly, his eyes studying Gemini with a quiet intensity. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice low. "But I want to find out."

The vulnerability in his words struck Gemini hard, like a punch to the gut. Fourth wasn't asking for anything more than the truth, wasn't pushing him to make decisions he wasn't ready for. And for the first time in a long time, Gemini felt like maybe—just maybe—he didn't have to have all the answers right now.

"I'm not sure I can handle this," Gemini said, his voice trembling slightly as he finally allowed the fear to surface. "I don't know if I can trust this."

Fourth nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "I get it. I'm not asking for everything from you. Just... don't shut me out. Not yet."

For a long moment, neither of them moved, neither of them spoke. The night was quiet, but the air between them was charged with something powerful and fragile.

When they finally parted ways that night, there was no resolution, no easy answers. There was only the quiet promise of something that could be more. Or maybe something that would end in heartbreak.

Gemini lay awake later that night, staring at the ceiling, the kiss still lingering on his lips. His mind was racing, his heart torn between desire and fear, between trust and uncertainty. He had crossed a line, but where would it lead?

The night was over, but the storm inside Gemini had only just begun.

As he lay in the dark, his thoughts swirling, he couldn't help but wonder what Fourth's words meant. What did he want from him? What did he want?

The boundaries had shifted, and now, the question wasn't about avoiding them—it was about facing them head-on.

And for Gemini, that was the hardest part.

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ꨄ THE END OF CHAPTER 4 ❦