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“Darren? Are you okay?”
Blue eyes, still dark with the lust that had blackened them earlier, looked at Daniel dreamily.
“I’m fine, Daniel. Better than I’ve ever been.”
The unclothed musician watched his lover get dressed. A warm feeling washed over him at that thought. ‘My lover…’
Darren looked at him, a silly smile on his face. He was quite the example of ragtag... smooth silk shirt - buttoned crooked, denim pants - unzipped, one leather sandal, one Converse tenny. Daniel chuckled softly.
“What are you doing, Daz?”
“I’m going out to buy you the biggest box of chocolate I can find.”
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ragtag \ RAG-tag \ adjective
1: ragged, unkempt
*2: composed of diverse often incongruous elements : motley
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