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Theo exhales hard through his nose.

“Did she come hard?” I ask. “Did she scream for you?”

“She screamed,” Theo says, voice rough.

“Nice,” I groan. “What a good girl.”

Theo’s eyes flick to mine. “Yeah.”

My cockthrobs. I shift slightly, palming myself through my sweats with the kind of slow deliberation that’s equal parts frustration and invitation.

There’s a silence between us. A thick one. Full of everything we’re not saying.

And then I push my sweats down. Just enough.

His gaze drops immediately.

Busted.

“You here to join or just judge, big guy?”

He clears his throat. “I came to check on you.”

“Yeah?” I start stroking beneath the material, slow and shameless. “Well, here I am. Checked. Raging hard-on and everything.”

Theo doesn’t move.

Doesn’t leave, either.

His eyes are dark now, flicking from my hand to my face, then back again. Still pretending he’s not staring.

“Long day,” I say again, voice low. “Didn’t even get to kiss her. Just sniffed the air and nearly came in my pants. I’m trying to be respectful here, but I swear, if I smell her again, I’m gonna knot a table leg.”

Theo exhales like he’s trying not to laugh. Or groan.

Hard to tell.

“And this is your version of bedside manner?” I prod.

His voice lowers. “Do you want company?”

I don’t stop stroking and look him dead in the eye.

“You’re already here, aren’t you?”

He hesitates.

I wait.

Because we’re all circling now. Orbiting the same gravity.

And it’s only a matter of time before someone finally pulls.

“You watched last time,” I tease.

He shifts. Not away - just enough to brace himself.

I smirk. It’s like he’s frozen in place, warring with himself about what to do.

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