Between Closed Doors
Jordy’s breath caught, but he did not pull away.
He leaned in instead.
“While they are having their wedding night,” Matt murmured softly, his voice low, almost playful despite the intensity of the moment, “we should have ours too.”
Jordy’s face flushed instantly, heat rising to his cheeks, but he did not argue.
He could not.
Not when everything inside him felt like it had already chosen.
They moved backward toward the bed, their steps uneven, their movements slightly clumsy from exhaustion, but familiar enough that they did not need to think about it. The room seemed to close in around them, the space shrinking until it felt like nothing existed beyond those walls.
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