His pale skin/His sexy crooked teeth

Daniel broke one of my rules a couple days ago by bringing a station boy to my apartment without clearing it with me first. Even though he doesn’t have a key, building residents are so familiar with his face that they let him in if they see him downstairs. Not good.

So, at my door, behind a smirking Daniel, was a boy I’d chatted with a couple times at the station but had never taken home. He’s tall and a bit . . .

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