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JULIAN

The car ride to my apartment was torture.

Adrian sat in the passenger seat, his hands clenched in his lap, his jaw tight with tension. Every time we stopped at a light, I wanted to reach over and touch him. But I forced myself to wait. To drive carefully. To not do anything stupid like cause an accident because I couldn't keep my hands to myself.

We made it to my building in record time. Rode the elevator to my penthouse in charged silence.

The moment my apartment door closed behind us,
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