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Chris after the nightmares froze his balls off at four in the morning.
“I"m waiting!” Xander told her, and he felt a little bit of loopiness
setting in. Well, it had been one hell of a road trip.
“I want you to trust us, and treat us like family, and be safe and
comfortable with us, okay? You"ve got it—a built-in little family here to
take care of you when he"s gone, and you can"t wait to run away from us
to brood! C"mon, here, Xander—give us a little help!”
“Wait a minute,” Audrey said, breaking into their conversation
when she hadn"t dared to before, because (Xander could practically see it
glowing) the little light bulb had gone on over her head. “Where does
Chris sleep when he"s here? The only room that doesn"t look like a hotel
room is Xander"s!”
Xander put his face in his hands and tried for a mental twenty on
his ibuprofen—his foot ached, yes, but more pressing was the sudden
pain radiating from the back of his neck to the front of his eyeballs.
Christ!
“Oh.”Wait for it.“Oh!”There ya go, Audrey, and now for the
finale. “Aww….”
Xander looked up from his hands. “We arenotpuppies,” he
muttered, feeling somehow as though his manhood had been assaulted
with that last “aww.”
He saw the little student with the big brown eyes looking at him
with her head tilted to the side, her lips curved into a gentle smile.
“You"re better,” she said wryly. “You"re star-crossed lovers and
best gay friends, all rolled into one.”
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“Right?” Mandy said excitedly, over a mouthful of potatoes. “And
you think of all the times you"ve seen them slapping each other"s ass on
court, and—”
Audrey put her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, that"s so hot!”
