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Indi dropped his head but not before Clay saw a strange s to be like before? Was Indi sporting for a fight? Clay’s cock hardened as ies flooded him of Indi bent over the kitchen table while his cock pounded into him relentlessly His eyes closed as he reined how bruised Indi had to have been the nextHow sore his ass had to have been?

When Indi raised his head, a blank expression stared back at Clay The expression in his eyes didn’t match the smile on his face

“I’veto the reed to ize for, well, everything I acted like a total ass the last tied “All I can say is that I was on an adrenaline high I’ to explain where my headspace was at”

Adrenaline high? He’d been running drugs for the cartel across the street, Clay thought to hih’ these days?

“No probleht myself” There it was! That same smirk and drop of his head Well, fuck Clay sideways Indi kneho he was Finally So, what did the little ame, but to what end?

Indi laughed “I don’t recall e did as fighting— I enjoyed it…much better than all the ti to realize what I liked in the bedroo class for escorts that n up for?”

“You’re hilarious, Judas,” Clay responded “Why did you call ht? For insults?” No, Indi had a plan; Clay just wasn’t sure what it was yet

“No I’ize, and, if you’d let me, touch your face…so I’ll have the memory”

“I thought you didn’t like that whole ‘touching’ part of being blind—called the face touching bullshit, if I’m not mistaken, and we both know I’ize? Touching? None of that sounded like the Indi he knew and loved “On top of that, what do you think you have to apologize for? I’m the one that tried to cross the line—youize, it would be ame

Indi reached his hand toward Clay’s face “May I?”

“Knock yourself out,” Clay answered softly “I have nothing to be ashamed of in the looks department”