It had been a split second decision.

Sure, he's thought about it basically every day, dreamed about it almost every night, but he never had the courage and he was too afraid to mess things up between them.

He wanted to spend all his time with Mitch, wanted to hold him all the time, kiss him all the time.

He felt like Mitch was always practically begging for it, the way he licked his lips, or the way he bit his bottom lip and looked up at Scott through his whimsically long eyelashes.

What if he was reading all the signals wrong? But what if he was reading all the signals correctly?

So, Scott made a split second decision, sitting in Mitch's room on his bed, to kiss him.