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Chapter 6-2
“Whose room?” Simon pulled him toward his closed door. “Ours.” Alain was glad he walked behind Simon those last few feet. It hid his buoyant smile. Nothing had ever sounded so good. Ours. He pressed behind Simon the moment they crossed the threshold, wrapping his arms around his hard waist in order to nuzzle against his neck. There was so much he wanted to say, so many sentiments he wanted Simon to hear, but the emotion overwhelmed him, making him unable to do more than lick and kiss along the sinewy neck. Simon dropped his head forward and covered Alain’s hands with his own, squeezing his fingers gently. He took a small step toward the bed, and Alain shuffled behind him, his mouth never leaving Simon’s salty skin. A few steps brought them to the side of the bed, and that’s when Simon
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