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COLTON
Friday night at 7:00. Don’t be late.
I read Hudson’s message a dozen times since it had popped up Monday evening, and each scan of his command shot l**t through my blood. I’d been logged into the app, still working out the words to use to beg for another chance. But how else would begging be interpreted? No matter how I worded my request, it would sound needy as f**k.
Which I was.
Then the ding had come through, offering me exactly what I’d wanted, and I’d responded with an immediate, I’ll be there, before j*********f to fantasies about talking that man into joining in the fun.
The following two days of work had dragged, and I was jonesing for a hit of Youngs to the point my restlessness had Blake and Reid in stitches. They dragged me out for dinner right after work on Wedn
