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... kiss. Not a lazy hand trailing down his spine.
No.
Typing.
He groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow, but it didn’t help. The gentle tap-tap of fingers on a touchscreen filtered through the quiet like some cruel reminder that the world hadn’t stopped just because he could barely walk.
Trevor was sitting on the edge of the chaise near the window, tablet propped on his knee, one hand scrolling through charts while the other balanced a cup of coffee. He l ...
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