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before refocusing on Sean’s jeans until he had them undone enough to reach inside. Sean bucked against his hand. He scrambled to unbutton Jaime’s jeans and push them down. Everything devolved into the slide of skin against skin until he gave in, tightening his own grip as his come left a splatter on Jaime’s chest. Jaime pushed into his fist a few more times before collapsing on top of him, his breath hot and fast on Sean’s neck. Sean pulled his hand from between them and draped his arm over Jaime’s back, enjoying the weight on top of him as his heart rate and breathing settled.
    “Worth the train ride?” Jaime raised his head to give him a smirk before pushing off him to move to the edge of the bed. He shucked off his jeans as he stood, leaving them on the floor and walking, naked, to pull a towel off his desk chair to clean himself off before tossing the towel at Sean’s chest.
    “I’m expecting a round two later where you actually get my jeans off.” Sean made a show of tucking himself back into his boxer briefs and started to button his jeans, only to be stopped by Jaime gripping his hand.
    “You are not going to lie around in my bed after that with jeans on. That would really ruin all my plans for the day.”
    Sean laughed, but he lifted his hips to let Jaime pull his jeans off and toss them on the floor.
    “You might have to put on clothes to get us food at some point.”
    “I can warm up last night’s dinner. I cooked, and Lexi didn’t manage to eat it all. You’ll be gone before she realizes it’s gone and starts bitching about it.”
    “Do you not want me to meet her?” Sean asked, although the parts of his brain that were starting to work told him not to.
    “What? No.” Jaime stretched out next to him on his stomach and propped his head up on Sean’s chest. “Well, yes. But only because she will try to intimidate you and insist that you call her Aleksandra, because only my stupidity allows me to get away with saying Lexi. And then she’ll try to trick you into some kind of vodka contest that I’m telling you right now you will not win. None of these things fall into my plan today, and if you’re too hungover tomorrow, your best friend will hate me even more.”
    “He doesn’t hate you.” Sean let his fingers drift over Jaime’s closed-cropped hair. “He’s just overprotective—for mostly no reason. He threatens all Alana’s boyfriends when she’s obviously ten times scarier than he is, so they all end up thinking he wants to fuck her.”
    “He doesn’t?”
    “He knows he’s not tough enough for that. He’s also eight years older than her, so he thinks she’s a kid. He’s only four years older than me, and sometimes he forgets I’m not eighteen anymore.”
    Jaime laughed before turning his head to rest his cheek on Sean’s chest as Sean surveyed the room he’d been too preoccupied to notice before. There was an older MacBook sitting on a desk against the wall, and various photographs pinned up around the desk in no apparent order. They weren’t the kind he and Travis had up. No random smiling people grouped together casually with their arms draped over each other. These were close-ups of things he couldn’t make out. The few with people showed them in private moments he almost felt he shouldn’t be watching. He recognized Lupe in one. She was sitting on floor of a studio, bent over in exhaustion with one pointe shoe off and tossed aside.
    “She hates that one,” Jaime mumbled beside him.
    “It’s beautiful.” He couldn’t even pinpoint why.
    “Yeah. She just always wants to look perfect all the time.”
    Sean let his gaze drift from Lupe to a black-and-white of a pretty woman, her hair in loose dark curls as she hung sideways from a pole in short, tight shorts and a bra.
    “Should I be worried?” he asked, lifting his hand just enough to point out the picture.
    “No. Well, not unless Aleksandra’s papa finds it. She dances in clubs sometimes when a friend