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Quin looked at Jonas for a few moments longer and then glanced at Casey when he mentioned not hurting him. He had a point, and since Quin would be there, why would he even try anything? With a deep breath, the redhead nodded and looked back at Jonas. The same for what was said next. Surely if he wanted sex so badly then he would have tried it, but since the handsome man didn‘t try any advances, Quin had no reason not to trust him. “You’re right. Sorry.” he apologized and glanced at his black Charger and took out his keys to unlock it.
“Alright, we’ll head to my house now. Casey, sit up front with me.” Quin said as he pressed the button of his car keys and allowed the doors to unlock. Going to the drivers side, the redhead got in, put his seatbelt on and started the car. Quin wondered why Jonas was so much different than earlier, plus he seemed on edge, and what he texted earlier made him slightly concerned for the mans wellbeing.
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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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