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ASHTON
After the bonfire gathering, Lennox unlocked the tent in the absence of moonlight. It was the second day of our camping trip, and as I pointed a flashlight at the entrance, I couldn't help but observe the deftness with which Lennox handled the key, padlock, and zipper.
Lennox had been my bodyguard throughout the day, always a few feet away, exuding an intimidating aura that kept any troublemakers at bay. He was not only physically capable but also incredibly intelligent and knowledgeable in medical matters. It was impossible not to admire him. Yet, despite my best efforts, my mind couldn't help but wander to more explicit thoughts, picturing his intimate moments countless times.
Suppressing such thoughts was a challenge, to say the least. The temptation to touch him, to exchange heat
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