Clark’s free hand skims the scratchy fabric of her sweats. Soft, even strokes like a man of measure. His thick, fleshy fingers twitch as they rest upon the elastic waistband of Chloe’s pants. An opportunity in the midst of a crisis, he’s well aware of the dangers, but his mouth is dry, and he’s overly parched, and he just wants to wet his lips with
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