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Julian grimaced. No undoing it. He’d just let slip, aloud, like it was normal, at 0200, the best-left-undercover notion that he would “maybe” simply “go” and “wake up” the friend who didn’t hate him anymore—‘from the heart’, didn’t hate him—yes, “maybe I’ll go and wake up Miles.”
You don’t need to SAY every single thought!
Anyway, the pertinent pain point was, despite his big talk, he’d never actually done it. Not in the man’s own bed. Hadn’t any plan before he'd spoken.
“Julian!”
He turned. Oh blessed relief…
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Miles was scowling. “It’s starting!”