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Before leaving, Quin heard what Jonas said, and his eyes returned to the other male. Seeing him in the shower, with the curtain just barely covering his lower half, it made the redhead's body shudder. Parting his lips, Quin took a while before he nodded his head and spoke rather casually.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Shutting the door, Quin adjusted his cock in his pants and sighed, heading downstairs and back into the kitchen, smirking when he smelled the aroma of that delicious food Casey always cooked. "Smells delicious." Quin said as he turned around and hopped onto the counter beside the stove, sitting down and looking into Casey's eyes, making sure the tent in his pants was hidden rather well.
"Are you really alright will all of this?" Quin had to ask, his voice low just in case the other male could hear.
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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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