“What are we doing?” Adam snorted. “I’m trying to make sure you don’t die of a drug overdose. What are you doing?” Noah splayed his fingers over Adam’s knife-sharp cheekbones. “You’re really pretty. Has anybody ever told you that?” Noah asked, examining him for even a single flaw but finding none. Adam snorted. “Yes.” “Oh,” Noah said, letting his hands fall. He hated how defeated he sounded. Adam didn’t drop his arms, though, just continued to cup Noah’s face in his large hands. “You’re really…big,” Noah said, letting his gaze roam from Adam’s booted feet to the top of his head. Well, as much
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