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He was out like a goddamn light.

Lex curled in behind him anyway. Pressed his forehead to Morgan’s shoulder, fingers clinging to the fabric of the shirt Morgan hadn’t taken off.

Morgan didn’t move. Didn’t pull away.

And Lex—

Lex held on.

Tight.

“I hate you sometimes,” he mumbled, shoving his face deeper into cotton and cologne. “You never give me shit to work off of… I’m not asking for a whole hell of a lot here.”

Morgan didn’t answer.

Lex pressed his mouth to Morgan’s spine.

“You’re not done with me. You’re not. Even if you think you are—I know you better than you know yourself, Morgan.”

He stayed like that.

Curled around Morgan’s chilly, sleeping body.

Desperate.

Too fucking proud to wake him up.

But this? It helped more than the shower.

Especially when Morgan’s hand reached back and squeezed Lex’s leg.

That helped more than anything.

Chapter 20

Work lasted a thousand years.

Maybe longer.

Lex couldn’t wait to get out of the office. To get out of this stuffy, hot suit and into something more comfortable.

T-shirt and jeans time.

Two more days of London, and they’d be back in Eunice, Ohio.

Thank fuck.

One more full day. One more morning, and then their flight left at two.

No more Ollie.

No Gabriel.

No Noah.

No Max or the ghosts of Benji and Kyran.

Not evenKate.

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