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(oh no) I put my hands on your hips ran my thumbs over the soft roll of skin there You kept stepping on my feet and we kept laughing “You’re so short” “Shush” I think it’s starting again And the worst part is you’re the best dance partner I’ve found every time I know I’ll […

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Taz took a deep breath. The cool morning air tasted like freedom. Mel was leaning against the rusty hood of his Jeep, twirling his keys in his fingers with an idle smile. Against his better judgment, Taz grinned. He loved Mel’s nonchalance; the man never looked out of place anywhere, even with tha

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