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    Lon took a deep breath, swallowed the rest of the water, then took another
    breath. Things were still fuzzy, but the spinning slowed. “Yes.”
    “I didn’t realize you were that sensitive. There was brandy in the wine.”
    Lon shook his head. “Wow. Really?” It felt good but also kind of scary, like he
    wasn’t fully in charge of his limbs, and his eyelids kept drifting shut. “I’ve never had
    spirits before.”
    Wod grimaced. “Sorry about that. More water?”
    “No, thank you.” Lon carefully set the glass on the floor by his foot, since there
    was no table in front of the couch. Wod’s hand on his back felt good. Something
    steady while the room was weaving.
    “So, you’ve been a handler all season.” Wod’s voice was so deep, soothing but
    exciting. “Why haven’t you confessed to him before this?”
    Lon placed his hands on his knees and squeezed.
    “It can’t have escaped your notice that Rom’s very friendly.”
    Lon nodded, letting his hair fall down to shield his face from Wod. “I know.”
    “Don’t you want to get close to him?”
    “Yes.”
    Their knees bumped as Wod shifted closer. “Getting him to fuck you wouldn’t
    be at all hard.” Gentle fingers hooked Lon’s hair behind his ear, revealing his face.
    “You’re certainly cute enough.”
    Startled, Lon glanced at Wod. He fought that fuzzy feeling from the wine. “You
    think so?”
    Wod’s smile could have melted a glacier. The hand near Lon’s face shifted to
    brush fingers down his cheek. “Oh yes.” Fingertips traced Lon’s bottom lip, and Wod
    watched them like a hungry cat. “In fact, if you’d let me, I’d love to fuck you right
    now.”

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    “No. Thank you.” Lon shied away to hug the far arm of the couch. Was it warm
    in here? The empty glass tumbled to its side on the rug and rolled away from his
    feet. “But I don’t just want…that. I want…more.”
    Wod stayed where he was, leaning on an elbow braced on his knee. “More?”
    “Yes.”
    The bigger man cocked his head, one brow rising in query. “With Rom?”
    Lon frowned, hearing the echo of Bok’s reaction. “Why is that so strange?”
    Wod sighed and shrugged. “It’s not very Rom. He’s barely ever been with
    anyone twice, let alone exclusively.”
    “Ever?”
    Wod shook his head.
    Lon’s heart fell. It was one thing when Bok, who didn’t know Rom, said it was
    hopeless. It was another thing entirely when Rom’s best friend said it. Flashes of
    Rom with Tym in the hot tub, then Rom with any number of others Lon had seen
    him with throughout the season, paraded through his memory. Depressing. He’d
    known Rom was sleeping around, but he’d thought that would somehow stop when
    he confessed. How stupid. How very stupid of him. Embarrassed and dejected, he
    dropped his chin to his chest and started to push to his feet. “I should go.”
    A strong hand shot out and took hold of his wrist to keep him seated. “Wait.”
    Lon shook his head, mortified to realize that his eyes were full of burgeoning
    tears. “No. You’ve been very nice to me.” He twisted his arm but couldn’t free
    himself from Wod’s grip. “I…I need to go.”
    “Just wait.” Wod held until Lon stopped twisting. “You’re in no shape to go
    anywhere.”
    “What?”
    What was that look? Resignation? “You’re drunk. You’ll probably fall down if
    you even try and stand.”
    An odd need to defend himself burbled in Lon’s chest. “I won’t.”

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    “Yes. You will. And it’s my fault. You need to sleep it off.”
    “What?” Lon’s eyes flew wide open. “Here?”
    Wod rolled his eyes. “I swear your virtue is safe.”
    “My vir—Oh no.” He yanked another way and managed to get out from under
    Wod’s hand, even if he still couldn’t free his wrist. “I need to go.”
    “Lon—”
    “No, I… Whoa.” On his feet, then…not? The entire room tilted, but the
    furniture stayed where