The request is delivered plainly, without command or cruelty, but the weight of it settles between them anyway. This is only a part of the deal, she knows that. Still, the way he says it, tired, almost worn thin, does something unexpected to her chest.She nods. “Alright.”He walks back into the house, his steps light enough to not make any sounds while she trails after him to the living room. He gestures to the space behind him when he eventually stops. “Here.”She steps behind the couch, sets her half full glass down on the table, and pauses again. He shifts slightly, giving her access to his shoulders, leaning forward just enough to make room.“Sit,” he adds quietly. He towers above her watching her, as he pulls the hem of his casual shirt and removes it. It goes right above his torso, abs and over his head. He flexes his shoulders before laying down for her to work easily. Shirtless Lance is still to die for, with every toned and perfect abs in place, no one would fault Mavis i
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