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With a sob that seemed to come from the bottom of
his chest, Joel leant forward, gathering
Shane up in his arms, he tucked his face in Shane’s neck, letting the soft
smell of colonel and soap, and male—Shane sink inside of him, coating ever
inch. Clearing him of memories he didn’t want to have, and moments in life he
never wanted to see.
Trusting Your
Eyes, page 15