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Chapter 8
Chapter 8The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Drilling into his foggy brain. He rolled over and stretched, reaching for Trip. But he wasn’t there. Breakfast, probably. The phone finally, thankfully, stopped, and he snuggled into the pillow. Trip’s pillow. It smelled like his sweat and their f*****g. He inhaled deeply and buried his face against it. He didn’t remember falling asleep the night before. He remembered Trip settling on his lap and kissing. Endless, wonderful kissing. Was it possible to kiss that much? Christian supposed it was, if you were kissing Trip. A part of him wanted to be kissing Trip at that moment. When he came back, Chris fully intended to meet him at the door and fulfill that particular desire. Then they’d have a lie-in. That’s what holidays were all about, right? Sl
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