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Rayne had to ruffle his hair with a towel for a good five minutes before it stopped dripping. He put some clothes on, casual but also was something he could walk into an interview with and still possibly get accepted. The older vampire averted his eyes towards the bathroom door, waiting for Alex, sitting on the bed in the meantime.
"Wanna go somewhere specific today?" Rayne asked, glancing back at the door before he pulled his shoes on, almost completely forgetting about what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. It wasn't the beer's fault, it was strictly just the vampire's sense of memory after such great sex.
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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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