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... e Trevor still carried from earlier. His mouth was warm, familiar now—like something he could lean into without thinking, like a memory half-lived and half-hoped for.
Trevor kissed back, steady, tired, but present. His hand found Lucas’s waist, fingers curling lightly like they’d done it a hundred times before. His body still ached from the night before, the kind of deep soreness that settled in the shoulders, the hips, and the base of the spine, but it was fading now beneath something w ...
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