Love mends even the broken parts
Chewing his lower lip now, Loren nodded at their words. Breathing out a sigh, he found himself smiling, strangely enough. "You're right. About all of that." Tension he hadn't known he was carrying eased out of his shoulders.
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear (he hadn't cut it since before his illness and it was a bit ragged around the edges), he cleared his throat. "I will. Thank you. Cheeks still flushed, he lowered his gaze to the floor. He toyed with a thread that had come loose from his shirt, though it definitely wasn't what he wanted to be playing with, as evidenced by the way his erection still strained against his pants.
Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear (he hadn't cut it since before his illness and it was a bit ragged around the edges), he cleared his throat. "I will. Thank you. Cheeks still flushed, he lowered his gaze to the floor. He toyed with a thread that had come loose from his shirt, though it definitely wasn't what he wanted to be playing with, as evidenced by the way his erection still strained against his pants.
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