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Chapter 12-2
The aroma of fresh coffee drifted up to the loft and Craig’s eyelids fluttered open. He was flat on his back, staring up at the wooden beams in the loft. Mitchell was stretched out next to him, his arm thrown across Craig’s chest, his head resting on Craig’s shoulder. The sound of movement came from downstairs, and he knew Adam was getting ready to leave, so he kissed the top of Mitchell’s head and breathed in deeply. The scent of Mitchell’s shampoo mixed with the coffee brewing below caused Craig’s chest to rise, filling with happiness. This was how it should be—waking up with Mitchell in his arms every morning. “Hey,” he whispered with a nudge. “We need to get up. Adam’s leaving, remember?” Mitchell snuggled in deeper and moaned in protest. If Craig had had his way, he would have agre
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