The bedroom window let in a light of snow, making it less dark. Liam Harris held Owen Travis by the waist and his legs hooked around her, with Owen Travis's head nestled against his neck. Her fluffy hair tickled his Adam's apple.
Half-kneeling on one knee at the edge of the bed, Liam Harris leaned over and put Owen Travis down. He was awake, but dazed and struggling. He twisted in the soft bedding, and from time to time he pulled at his collar which was not tight.
Liam Harris pushed those hands away, unbuttoned Owen Travis's clothes, peeled off his shirt, and rolled up the pure cotton white T-shirt underneath, revealing his flat and tight abdomen.
Owen Travis narrowed his eyes, rubbing a handful of light, and looked up at the shadow beside the bed in the darkness. Liam Harris stretched out his cotton T-shirt, and his hand did not leave, but rested on his belt buckle neither lightly nor heavily.
Owen Travis cooperated by raising his waist, and when the belt was pulled off, his whole body relaxed and he fell back, as if all his bones had been softened by alcohol.
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