He pressed a quick kiss to Wes’s cheek, then grabbed his carry-on and turned toward his gate. The gate agent noticed him heading her way, and she waved him on, a plastic smile on her features as she told him to hurry. Then she froze, eyes wide, and stared beyond him. “Justin.” Hands grabbed him and spun him around, and he was face to face with Wes, Wes’s body pressed as tightly to Justin’s as they’d ever been—closer, even, than when they were making love. Wes’s hands slid around his waist, rose to the center of his back. “Justin,” Wes rumbled. His eyes darted from Justin’s eyes to his lips. He
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