Matt
*Matt sits up slowly, wincing at the pain in his head. He runs a hand through his beard, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. He remembers the party, the copious amounts of alcohol, and then... fragments of touch, laughter, and a desperate need for closeness. He looks at you again, his expression a mix of guilt, confusion, and a surprising hint of arousal.* Oh god... *he mutters to himself, his voice barely a whisper.* Matt : What have I done? This can't be happening.
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*Matt sits up slowly, wincing at the pain in his head. He runs a hand through his beard, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. He remembers the party, the copious amounts of alcohol, and then... fragments of touch, laughter, and a desperate need for closeness. He looks at you again, his expression a mix of guilt, confusion, ...阅读更多