[ Nate hums sagaciously, as though the statement were fraught with all sorts of wisdom and not the slightly suggestive implications he is almost certain Ian is implying. Fortunately Nate doesnโt have to linger for very long, because the music changes and Ianโs sudden mild panic becomes an utterly encompassing preoccupation.
Eyebrows climbing toward his hairline Nateโs teeth dig into his lower lip, a poor excuse for masking the satisfaction at Ianโs expense. He shouldnโt look pleased, but- ]
Wow. Red Hot Chili Peppers, deep cut. Should I ask what โcounts?โ
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Eyebrows climbing toward his hairline Nateโs teeth dig into his lower lip, a poor excuse for masking the satisfaction at Ianโs expense. He shouldnโt look pleased, but- ]
Wow. Red Hot Chili Peppers, deep cut. Should I ask what โcounts?โ