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;; Geoff couldn’t help but laugh- a loud, breathy laugh that he wasn’t really proud of. One part out of nervousness and the other out of straight-up disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Ryan.” Geoff would remember if they had sex, right? That seems like a really important thing to just forget. But there was no certainty here, and that’s what got to him the most. It was times like this that Geoff reminded himself to cut back on his drinking. “We were drunk, so you stole my boxers and then start feeling them up in the middle of the office?” There was a harsh bite in his voice, more out of uneasiness than anything. He suddenly regretted not taking the time to scrub the sharpie off his hip this morning. 

His expression lightened upon hearing Geoff laughing at his ill-chosen joke. Although, it faded as soon as Geoff asked him what he was doing. “I, uh, I don’t remember taking them, to be honest with you Geoff. I found them in my bag and..”

And couldn’t help but fucking daydream about you in them.

“I was just.. curious why they were in there.”

Now you’re lying to him? Why? You’re only making it worse, man!

“I like you, okay?” Ryan said it before he could even think twice about it. He searched Geoff’s eyes, trying to tell what he thinking. He was beginning to regret his decision, feeling like it had been minutes since he blurted out his confession.