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By day three Sean began to anticipate when Ellory would need something, sometimes only the barest flick of his wrist would send Sean hurrying to the cooler for a water bottle, or a quick swipe at his forehead would prompt Sean to grab an ice pack, pressing it to the back of Ellory’s neck. He loved how the professor would pause in his work, pencil slowing to a halt, his eyes falling shut as Sean dabbed the ice pack to his fevered skin, arching his throat just the tiniest bit, like a cat enjoying the pleasure of a back rub. And then he would look at Sean out of the corner of his eye and whisper, “Thank you.” Sean could never shake how erotic those two words were in a setting so religious and sacred to many people, something loaded in the gazes they threw each other, lips quiet to words they
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