Careful. Remember the coffee shop. [His voice was teasing as he ran his palm over the spots he'd scratched, smoothing over an impressive amount of muscle. Sam seemed so much sturdier under his much softer hand.]
And our lunch is getting cold. [He nudged the sleeve of Sam's tee-shirt up higher and kissed his shoulder.]
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And our lunch is getting cold. [He nudged the sleeve of Sam's tee-shirt up higher and kissed his shoulder.]