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"Please put your junk away," Jazz sighed. "It really is not needed right now."
John quickly went to fix his clothes and put the offending appendage back where it belonged. Which was not out in the middle of a warehouse.
At least the best he could with how shredded his clothes had become in the events that night.
"I didn't exactly choose to show it off," he said.
"I know," Jazz replied. "But I'd much prefer you not showing if off to other people. At least when there's a choice."
Ah, there was the possessive side he knew she had.