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In the months following, Hawk had found the pain crippling and of absolutely no benefit to him. Nights had been the hardest, alone in his hammock without the sweet nuzzle of John’s kisses, and he’d told himself, never again. Over the years, he’d fucked some men. But his lips never touched theirs, his hands never lingered over bared skin. He never held them close and slept as one.
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