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Alex jogs off with a wave to find a cab before the city wakes up, and Liam pulls out his phone, thumbing through to his entries for Carly. There’s a decent chance she’ll still be awake, and he’s glad. Good times and hard work without her by his side to share in the adventure just don’t make sense any more. Alex, too, is a hefty responsibility, and she’s the only one he can talk it through with. For all Victor’s voyeurism, there are some details he never wants.
When he gets to Alex’s room, the heat’s been turned up too high. The drapes are pulled closed against the winter sun that’s finally starting to rise, but the desk lamp in the corner is on, bathing the room in a soft yellow light. Alex is asleep on his stomach, n***d, a sheet barely covering him.
He’s beautiful, not that Liam do
