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I let my gaze trail from Reed’s dark bangs glued to his sweat-laden forehead, to his broad chest, rippled abs, and inky, corded arms. The veins in the backs of his hands dilated along with his pupils as we continued to slowly circle each other like two hungry predators vying for domination.
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