Reid flopped down on the bed, naked, sweaty and spent. Curling his body, he brushed his lips against Luke’s shoulder and sighed. “Thank you,” he said. “I needed that.”
Luke smiled shyly, but with a knowing glint in his eye. “You’re welcome.” He brushed Reid’s hair off his forehead. “You know though…you didn’t have to make up having a bad day
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If Prewitt doesn't make it...it'll be just as bad as the train.
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