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Chapter 9 It was dark when Stefan woke. He woke alone, buried in the duvet. He was still in the master bedroom. The door was cracked ajar. And there was no sign of what had happened. For the longest moment, Stefan lay and stared at the ceiling, his brain both panicking and trying to deny it had been anything but a hallucination brought on by a multiple orgasm. There was simply no way that Daz’s boyfriend had walked in on them having s*x, put his hand over Stefan’s mouth, and practically told Daz to continue f*****g him. Was there? Only… He was in their bedroom, and the door was open, and Stefan could hear two people downstairs. Someone was singing in the kitchen or hall. And someone else was playing the piano further back in the house. Oh God, they were both here. So—so it was rea