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'No-ones perfect' Sean thought to himself. He had gone hard as well, he couldn't stop himself. He lifted his shirt in the mirror. This is what I'm showing to him. He gently felt his silk skin, imagining his hands were Jayce's...He was sweating cold, sweet dew, he knew he was in love...
He left the bathroom and lept himself onto his bed, he pretended to read his book...all the words read 'Jayce, Jayce, Jayce...'
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