Miguel’s brows lifted in slow disbelief. He turned fully to face Drake, tilting his head with that unreadable, cocky calm.“What?” he asked, voice low and slightly amused.Drake blinked. “I mean…” He looked away, regretting his words instantly, “Do you just make new friends that fast? From one person to another?”Miguel’s lips parted like he wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Instead, he took a step closer, his body heat brushing against Drake’s skin like a silent dare.“The pretty girls…” Miguel said, his voice dipping to something smoky and slow, “they’re for warming my bed. For show. They’re for my pleasures,”Drake frowned, his stomach tightening.Miguel leaned in a little, his next words brushing the space between them. “But tell me, Drake… should it be you instead?”Drake’s heart thudded.He froze. His breath caught. His eyes widened, and he stared at Miguel like the question had sliced open something fragile inside him.“What?” he asked, barely a whisper.Miguel only stared back, no
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