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His pants zipped with a quick snap.
"…Ana?"
Justin's head snapped up. The dacarrk receded into shadows as the lantern lit Tom's form—half-sunk at the bed's edge, too tired to move. His eyes fought sleep.
"What's the time?"
Tom was muscular, but dawn warped his features. His sharp chin puffed oddly, his long lashes brushing the mess of his face, his belly drooped slightly, and his thick, exposed thigh carried both flesh and forgotten strength.
"Two," Justin replied flatly.
"Two?!" Tom yelped, then quickly shushed himself. "Who in the world… D-Did you bathe?" His eyes squinted in disbelief.
"Yep."
Not long after, both men were staring dead-eyed at Ana and her sleeping mother. Justin buttoned his clothes while Tom retreated to the warmth of his sheets.
Justin finished dressing and reached for his bag, slung over a red cushion. He poked it open.
"You're really leaving?" Tom yawned as he lazily watched Justin from the bed.
"Didn't sleep."
