![]() The scars there tingled with sensitivity, but no longer hurt-not in the traditional sense, at any rate. He lathered his hair with shampoo as the spray battered his chest. Seeing it roused the dark thing inside him.Īaron stepped out of his boxer briefs and into the steaming shower. Even under the work-appropriate length of sandy stubble, the angry jagged line remained highly visible. He kept his head slanted left so he didn’t have to see the scar. He let the water heat while he brushed his teeth. He shook his head at all of the unanswered questions raised by the unused pillow and smooth patch of covers, and headed for the shower. ![]() He hadn’t expected a boyfriend of such short duration to leave his home for Maryland, not with the family still there in California, and especially not after all Aaron had put him through. He stared at the empty space, as if wishing for Carlos would make him appear. He tossed the clothes towards the bed as he headed for the shower. ![]() ![]() “Damn.” Aaron kicked the pile of discarded clothes out of the way, snapped off the light and slammed the closet door shut. ![]()
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