“I like how you talk to me.” He silently scrubs at the containers in the sink. My eyes don’t want to stay off the way the map of veins on the back of his hands glisten, highlighted by the water. “Thank you for trusting me.” I’m standing too close, I know I am. But he’s not moving away either, and the heat between our bodies draws me in. My thighs squeeze as that all too familiar ache starts to rise. I know what I heard out there tonight. Whether he meant to say it, or perhaps it just slipped out by accident in the heat of the moment, I don’t know. But I want to hear him say it again. “I liked
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