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... ning air through the balcony doors and the occasional rustle of clothing being folded away. The warm lights above the bed cast a soft gold across the sheets, turning everything muted, intimate, unreal.
Trevor moved slowly; he didn’t want to startle the silence now that they were finally alone. His jacket was already off, shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled past his forearms. He wasn’t saying much, not with words, but his gaze hadn’t left Lucas since they stepped through the door.
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