07/02/2026 15:34

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He traced pale fingers along the edge of the island, slowly, tenderly, as if he were touching something else. The black and whites hit their doors, and they took cover behind the doors, or the engine block while they looked around. rust himself deep inside me, and if I hadn't held his face he'd have thrown his head back, but I wanted to watch his eyes. I wanted to say he was wrong, but in a way he was right.

It hurt you, he said. I figured he would. You fucked Byron for God's sake. I miss you, not just your body, Richard.