9:55 a.m. – Office of Ace Rotherwell Ace gazed at the vacant spot where Noah had been moments before. The air lingered with the subtle aroma of his cologne warm, alluring, completely recognizable.His breath was closer and heart taken His fingers trembled. It had been more than a year since he last touched Noah. He had not permitted himself to recall the sensation. However, at this point? Suddenly, the memories flooded back like a twinkle of flashback, unwelcomed and persistent. A year ago – El Ático en Royalton Towers Rain drummed on the window like a metronome,gently and constant. Ace positioned himself by the floor to ceiling window, whiskey clasped in his hands, Noah’s laughter,resonated from the bedroom.warm, tipsy, and carefree close to him. "You’re mulling it over again," Noah remarked, barefoot, his shirt all of the sudden was partially unbuttoned, his chest glimmering faintly from the steam of the shower. Ace remained stiffed. "You’re impaired." “I’m content,” No
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