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“Ah…sorry, I…you know, came before you—”
“You didn’t,” he said.
Tate didn’t understand at first until Logan looked down at himself and shrugged. “I came in my pants, like a fucking high schooler.”
Tate couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at the self-disgust he’d heard in Logan’s tone. “Oh. Well, at least those were just your track pants.”
Logan’s brow rose. “I’ll have you know that these are Armani track pants.”
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