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When Zeke smiled and kissed his nose, Topher grinned from ear to ear. He was glad to hear it was amazing, in fact he nearly felt that cliché ‘spark’ when their lips met. Putting his hands against Zeke’s jaw and cheeks, Topher tilted his head a little before whispering.
“I hope the pack doesn’t need their Alpha….since you’ll be with me for a while.” Topher was happy to say that. It again felt nice to be needed or cared for by someone else. “It’s like I’m hogging you for a few days.” he chuckled.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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