To see the shadowed cuts of muscle down his back so distinctly, Alba's face burned. Just like it always had when his gaze lingered on some handsome crewmate drawing in pots alongside him on a boat, arms straining and jaw clenched in focus. Or when one would come up from behind and grab at a rope Alba clung to, arms encircling him, thinking nothing of it while Alba’s entire body lit up like a lantern. Watching handsome mouths move when they chatted away in a bar, how lips parted over the rims of glass mugs. How tongues curled around fishbone while repairing nets on deck, holding the needles in
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