Although we had to take Jess home that night, we all slept in the same bed anyway. Usually, Manson’s bed was the one we all congregated in; tonight, I wandered up to the attic after I’d returned from dropping her off. Vincent and Manson were both showering. Jason was sprawled on the bed, his hair damp, wearing sweatpants and nothing else as he played a game on his phone. Lying down beside him, I reached up and patted my hand on his head. He slowly put down his phone, giving me a questioning look. “What are you doing?” I smirked. “Aftercare.” Laughing softly, he repositioned himself to snuggle
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