Jordan helped him drink, brushing the dark hair off Damiano’s sweaty forehead with the other hand. He froze a little, realizing what he’d just done. He’d become so used to touching Damiano’s hair—touching his everything—while he had been feverish that it came as second nature now. Jordan cleared his throat a little. “You need a haircut,” he said, trying to act as though there was nothing unusual about his behavior. “Though you’re totally rocking the Ben Barnes look, it’s not very practical when you get locked up in a dungeon and tortured for days.” Damiano was looking at him with a strange
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Awwwww 😭 and I love Ben Barnes 🤭
