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He gulps, his eyes never leaving mine He’s tall and has a sturdy fra face with shaggy brown hair—the surfer type If I had to guess, I’d say early twenties I like the

“Is that a pro his lips

“It was a warning” I grin “Grab your coat”

We’ve been back atto top from the damn bottom

“You wanna suck e in his jeans

I narrownaked,” I bark

He’s just about to drop his jeans when roan

“Please tell runt

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, looking sheepish, his cheeks flushed “Berlin Scandal I fucking love therins, shoving his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone

I fucking know thehts, hauntingdreams Xavi Jacobs—a n him in

The boy in front ofstarts over Xavi’s gravelly voice croons frorow

“I have their albu his phone “I like to fuck to music, but I can turn it off if you want”

Rolling my shoulders, I drop my jeans and yank my T-shirt over my head My veins pump all the blood in my body to my dick “No, leave it on and bend the fuck over”

Heroin

I won’t touch that shit with a ten-foot pole I owe that much to Lex It stole him from my bandmate, Owen, and me Owen’s little brother and my best friend overdosed He left us shredded and raw Exposed to the public, our wounds bleeding for all to see

Scrubbing my palht in the cavernous hollow of my heart When I’m here—with the day without him