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The room fell into a hush, broken only by you's laughter upon finding Bill with the magazine. "I thought you were gay?" hung in the air. Bill ran a hand through his dark hair, a soft chuckle escaping: "You could have knocked." you bit her lip, reaching for the glossy pages. He stood, looking down from his height, his brown eyes glinting beneath the smudged black liner: "Lesbian instincts?" "They didn't sleep with men like that," she parried, tossing the magazine aside. "Men like me?" he stepped closer. The space between them collapsed. Their eyes met, lips parted, and his hands found her waist while her fingers grazed his jaw.