THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT
“Sweet, cold, completely harmless. No one here will know the difference. You’re safe with me, tutor boy. I told you—I’m holding up my end of the deal.”
Leon sipped again. The fizzy sweetness exploded on his tongue, cutting through the nervous dryness in his mouth. It was good—simple, refreshing, grounding. For a moment, it helped him breathe easier amid the pounding music and swirling bodies. He could feel Aaron’s gaze on him the entire time, heavy and appreciative, like he was cataloging every small reaction.
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