Ben’s heart pounded as he stood on the edge of the desk, Nate’s massive form looming like a mountain range. The cold truth hit him—Nate didn’t even know he was there, didn’t think about him, didn’t care. A bitter spark flared in Ben’s chest. If Nate wouldn’t notice him, he’d make his own game of it, slip into Nate’s world like a shadow. He could mess with Nate’s stuff, toy with his space, or even climb onto him, poking at his arms, chest, or feet, all without Nate ever knowing. Or better yet, he could dig deeper, find something personal—something like a diary, a secret Nate wouldn’t expect anyone to see.
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