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Ian hadn’t been able to stop thinking about everything Oliver said since he stormed out. After everything they told each other, he questioned if Oliver really cared about him like he said he did.
Ian decided to go see Oliver and talk to him. If nothing else, it would give him some closure. He knocked on the door and waited for Oliver to open it.
Oliver was wearing a pair of sweatpants that hung so low, Ian could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear. His chest was bare, his beautiful tattoos acting like a shirt. His eyes were puffy like he’d either been crying or hadn’t slept for s**t.
Ian could relate.
“Hi,” Ian said.
“Hey.”
“Um, can I come in?”
Oliver stepped back and let him pass.
He smelled like he just rolled out of bed. Heat radiated off him as Ian walked by. He wanted to bury
