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... something full, after the crash of waves, the breathlessness of being known too much and too fast. Lucas lay there on the sofa, his legs tangled in Trevor’s, skin flushed, muscles sore in all the places that made him remember everything. And Trevor wasn’t even moving, just resting beside him, his fingers drawing little aimless shapes against his side, like he couldn’t stop touching but didn’t want to crowd him.
Lucas swallowed.
The back of his throat burned.
He should’ve ...
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