“Four f*****g rounds,” Jem moaned as he stared at the ceiling, ignoring the dull ache in his lower back while trying to catch his breath. “I can’t feel my ass.”
“You went four rounds on me, too,” Grey whined as he made himself comfortable beside Jem. The shorter boy sighed, wincing as he sat up.
“What are you doing?” Grey whined, frowning at the loss of warmth.
“I need to clean us up; we’re sweaty and sticky.”
Grey didn’t let Jem move; instead, he curled around his torso. “Don’t go. We’ll shower in the morning; stay with me.”
Jem sighed as he shuffled further in so he was practically on Grey; he could hear the steady beat of his heart as he laid his head on his chest. “Grey?”
“Hm?”
“When you were younger, what did you want to be?”
“I wanted to own my cafe.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
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