They had spent enough nights together, enough mornings together, that it was no longer practical to count them (it was thirty-two). Surely that was enough time for any reasonable person to get used to being…cuddled, or whatever this was. Leo doubted he had ever been cuddled in his life before he met James. He certainly hadn’t known that he wanted any such thing. When James touched him like this, he felt—Christ, he felt safe. And it didn’t make any sense. Leo’s career—hell, his life—depended on his ability to assess danger and seek safety, and he knew perfectly well that there was no possible
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