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Beaming after sex.
“The scar near your lip, Burke. Tell me about that?” Colby’s sticky and sweat-covered chest heaved up and down as they leaned into the sofa’s cushions, their legs tangled together.
Burke chuckled. “I’ve always thought it ugly.”
“Not quite. It’s sexy as hell, if you want to know the truth. Tell me the story behind it.”
“It’s not the best tale, just so you know.”
Colby turned on his side, half laying and half seated on the sofa, and wrapped an around Burke’s side, his forearm sticky with ejaculation, the simple and romantic messes men sometimes create together during passionate intimacies.
“I’m sure I’ll be the judge of it. Spill your guts.”
“I was in college. Sophomore year. Drunk off my ass. I was so excited Keith Menserstein wanted to go on a date with me. I was rushing back to my dorm room and fell flat on my face. A piece of stone broke open my lip, and the scar appeared thereafter. Story over.”