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His smile spreads over his face

My cheeks flush This is weird Aain I’

My hand finds his hip God, will I ever get tired of touching him? Soft skin Hard muscles All those lines of ink

And it’s Ryan

My best friend

My favorite person in the entire world

The guy I’ve been lusting after for two years is still naked in my apartment

I’ve died and gone to heaven Really, I have

“This is surreal,” I whisper

“Good surreal” His lips skim my neck “We’re due at work in two hours”

“Can we ditch? Stay in bed all day?”

“You can, yeah I have appointments”

“Have Dean do them”

He shakes his head in horror

“Kidding”