I freeze. My eyes snap open wide. Luther opens his slower. Then he sighs, his breath warm on my lips. Luther tugs the hem of my shirt down before he straightens and turns toward the man. “You suck, you know that?” Luther’s tone is full of annoyance but no real anger. “How about a thank-you,” the other man replies. “Wouldn’t you like to make it to retirement without indecent exposure on your record?” I bite down on a laugh over his dig about retirement as I slowly turn to face the man who interrupted us. Then I narrow my eyes. Because god damn, what are they feeding the men out here? Why are
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