Fifty Shades Of Him
“I won’t.”
The tension between them softened. It wasn’t gone, but it quieted. The storm had left its mark on both of them. They ended up together in the room, not out of lust or habit, but out of sheer exhaustion. Sudan handed him one of his dry shirts.
Zach slipped it on while Sudan changed into something clean, the air between them thick with unspoken things. When Sudan lay down on the bed, Zach hesitated in the doorway.
The sight of Sudan, stripped of every wall, eyes softer than Zach had ever seen, undid him completely. Sudan reached out a hand, not demanding, just waiting.
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