"There aren't any other dancers like me. Boys aren't allowed to dance. Everyone thinks I'm a girl." Mikkel giggled and then squealed loudly when his neck was kissed.

The shampoo was nice, a little on the strong side for Mikkel but he wasn't going to complain. "Not as much as I like your fingers in my hair."

Mikkel glanced over his shoulder and blushed. Of course he was flirting. Fredrik was a sexy boy and even if Mikkel had no desire to sleep with him, he still found his best friend incredibly attractive.