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Buck locks the door and sighs. He rests his forehead on the door. What the fuck was that.
Saturday. I am free. The words rumble in his ears.
Saturday, I am free. It makes sense that he’s so moved by this.
Because he’s been doing everything right, he’s been working on himself, going to therapy for years.
So yes, here he is: staked to the floor after a very good kiss. With a man.
Saturday. I am free.
He wants this man to take him, grab him and make him forget his own name.
On Saturday.
Because he is free.