[ Blake practically squirms, his eyes sliding closed, his head tipping back against the man behind him. He probably deserves this, but there'll always be a cocky side of him that bucks against the status quo. ]
Wouldn't say so if those hands on me belonged to someone else.
[ Not that they would, but again, it all comes back to perception. ]
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Wouldn't say so if those hands on me belonged to someone else.
[ Not that they would, but again, it all comes back to perception. ]