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“Nick, give me a hoodie!”
“Get one yourself, you know where my clothes are!”
“I don’t want a fresh hoodie, you idiot!”
Nick entered the bedroom. Charlie stood in front of the mirror. Nick stepped closer and nuzzled into his neck.
Giggling.
He loved that sound.
“Here, try this one,” he said and handed over a hoodie.
Charlie looked at it startled, not recognising it. Then he unfolded it and held it up against his body, glaring at Nick in the reflection. Written on it:
Just Married?
“Absolutely not!” Charlie laughed.
“You are going to be the death of me!”