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Box Shaped HeartChapter 13 Little Boxes
He woke up with the first rays of sun gently invading the room through the curtains. He could not remember ever feeling so well rested. Usually, he was a fussy sleeper, as there always had to be something ready to annoy him, be it a crumpled sheet, a pillow all in knots, or his own mind trying to solve this or that. “Morning,” Aron nuzzled his neck, waking up with the first stir from Carter. “Um,” was the only thing he could say. Last night, he had sucked his best friend’s dick and had his...